Page 30 of Her Possessive Biker

It’s enough.

I move through the hallway like death given flesh. My gun’s raised. My body’s stone. The moment I hit the back room, I see them.

Snake.

Patch-Eye.

Another bastard I don’t recognize.

And Cassie.

Tied to a chair, duct tape at her wrists, mouth gagged.

I see red.

I don’t hesitate.

The first one, Patch-Eye, reaches for his belt. He doesn’t make it.

My bullet takes out his kneecap. He crumples with a scream.

The second, Snake, lunges.

I catch him mid-stride, fist colliding with his face. Bone cracks. He spits blood.

Deadeye subdues the third.

I drop to my knees beside Cassie. My hands tremble as I rip the tape from her mouth. She gasps in air, eyes wide.

“Reaper—” she sobs. “They grabbed me—”

“I’ve got you,” I say, voice raw. “You’re safe now.”

I cut the restraints. My hands are rough but careful. She falls into me the second she’s free.

And I hold her.

Tight.

Too tight.

Because I thought I’d lost her.

And I don’t ever want to feel that again.

I press my mouth to her hair and breathe her in like oxygen. “I should’ve never let you out of my sight.”

“You didn’t know—”

“I knew,” I say, voice thick. “I knew they’d try something. I just didn’t think they’d be stupid enough to try again so soon.”

She shivers.

I shrug off my cut and wrap it around her shoulders. Her fingers clutch at it like a lifeline.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

“No,” I growl. “You don’t say that. This isn’t your fault. This is on them. And I’ll make damn sure they know it.”