Page 90 of Burn the World Down

He nipped my lips. “We need to separate him from her, then take him down.”

I felt electric. My hands flexed. This was happening.

We walked quietly up the stairs. At the top was a long, wide hallway with a plush carpet. It was empty.

Where did they go?Then I heard a muffled noise from a nearby room. It was followed by a woman’s sharp cry.

Oh, God.She sounded like she was in distress.

Nash and I burst forward. I tested the handle and found the door locked. Behind it, I heard the woman cry out again.

“No! Stop. Let me go.”

Nash lifted his boot and kicked the door in.

Bruno had the struggling woman pinned to the bed. She was on her belly, her dress rucked up around her waist, and he had a knee pressed to her back. He was working to unfasten his belt. One strap of the woman’s dress was torn, her breast hanging out. She had a slap mark on her cheek.

“Help me!” she cried, tears pouring down her face.

Bruno scowled at us. “Get out.”

I reached into my bag and pulled out the gun. I aimed directly at his chest. “Let her go.”

Bruno hesitated.

I met his gaze. “Do it.”

Whatever he saw convinced him. He took his knee off the woman.

She scrambled up, covering her bare breast. She staggered off the bed with a sob, then almost tripped as she ran out the door.

Nash closed it behind her, although the lock was broken from his kick.

“Who the fuck are you?” Bruno turned to face us, his gaze on Nash.

“It’s not me you need to worry about,” Nash drawled.

Bruno’s brow creased, then his gaze flicked back to me.

“You won’t hurt any more women,” I said. “You won’t rape them, you won’t beat them, and you won’t kill them.”

His eyes widened a little. “Viv’s sister?” He laughed. “Man, you don’t give up and you don’t learn. I see you brought backup this time. Won’t be enough.”

“I’menough,” I said.

Without any warning, he lunged at me.

Nash intercepted him. With one punch to the face, followed by a chop to the throat, Bruno dropped to the floor with a pained sound.

He clutched his neck, wincing. “Fucking asshole.” He swiped at the blood on his face.

“Not so easy when you aren’t attacking someone half your size,” Nash growled.

I held the gun aimed on Bruno. It felt heavy in my hand, especially with the silencer attached. He’d been about to rape that woman. He had zero remorse. He didn’t care.

“Viv was an addict and a whore,” Bruno said. “Just like the rest of them. She might have whined and cried, but she loved cock. She loved me choking her while I fucked her.” His smile turned ugly. “Maybe I’ll take your guy down, then make him watch while I fuck you the same way?—”

I pulled the trigger.