Page 60 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)

I carry her close and into the woods, away from the rotten carcass of a house, not wanting to let her go. I close my eyes, breathing her in.

“AHHHHHHHH! JESSICA IS MINE! I WILL NEVER LET ANYONE HAVE HER!” Tek’s voice tears through the smoke, broken and manic. His body staggers from the rubble, dragging a jagged spear, half his skull breaking through the skin, hands shaking with desperation.

I hear my baby gasps as a spear comes toward her. Quickly, I cast the hottest fire ball I can think of and instantly feel it drain most of my power, but I don’t give a fuck. I shoot it at him and sidestep, making it so the spear misses my baby but it knicks me in the side, burning me. FUCK!

I glare, pissed when he screeches and tries to get up again, so I cast another fire ball, this one hotter... and another and another… and a fucking other… each one hotter than the last, throwing them at him until I leave nothing… not even ash.

Until I know for fucking sure that this asshole has nothing left to bury but a memory. I pant, sweating, looking over to my Little Baby’s side when I hear her gasp and see she’s peeking at my side that’s dripping blood and still burning. Fuck!

We land nearby where the spear dropped. I press my palm to my wound, confused, looking at the blade and narrowing my eyes at the black sludge on it.

“Doodoo!” I call out and he comes right on over, kneeling at my side. Hold on?! Did Frank just call Duval all Doodoo? Ahhhhhahahaha! I’ma use that one…

“Yes, Milord?!” And he’s answering him with respect… what the fuck is going onnnnn here? Ugh but I really don’t want to think… I need time to sit and think because this is too much.

“Take that with you…” I point and he looks it over and nods.

“Would you like me to analyze it?”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“As you wish. I’ll return soon.” He goes to leave, but Jessica stops him.

“W-wait…” she stammers adorably and Doodoo looks up at her, and I hate it.

“Eyes down,” I snarl and he looks away.

“I… I just wanted to thank you,” she whispers, and he smirks.

“No problem,” he nods before disappearing in the wind, running off. I grit through the pain, looking back at the house, lighting that bitch on fire too before I walk off with my baby, glad I’ll never have to worry about that son of bitch again.

“Baby… are you okay?” she asks and I nod, kissing her…

“I got you. I’m good.” She hugs me tight and I see Tiny Frank buried in her cleavage. I want to snatch him out, but I’m too busy trying to keep it together. I feel something claw deeper, but I force it down because Jessica’s watching.

I won’t flinch.

As long as I got her… I’m good.