Page 50 of His Deadly Devotion
“Yeah, I’m not doing that.” Zara shakes her head.
“You little fucking cocktease,” George hisses at her. “We’re going. Now, Zara.”
“No,you’regoing. She’s staying.” I physically tug Zara out of his arms and push her behind me.
“Who the fuck do you think you are, you stupid cunt? Fuck off and mind your own business.” George shoves at my chest. He’s trying to reach Zara.
I shove him back, and then his fist comes out of nowhere and connects with my face. I’m momentarily stunned, but then I smile. “Oh, you really shouldn’t have done that,” I tell him.
He’s taller than me, bigger than me. But right now, all I see is my target again. My fist closes and then I’m swinging. I get two hits in before arms wrap around me and pull me backwards.
My head jerks to the rear, connecting with someone’s nose. “Fuck, Aurora, calm down,” Ares yells in my ear.
“Let me go,” I tell him.
“Do not let her go,” Connor says before turning his attention to George, who I think just realized his mistake. The dumbass should have listened to me and left.
Connor doesn’t say a word. He strikes. And before I contemplate what’s happening, the fact that my boyfriend is currently beating the absolute shit out of some guy, he has the douche laid out on his back. George’s head between his hands as he smashes it against the ground.
I don’t think the guy is even conscious anymore, but Connor doesn’t stop. He grabs a rock from somewhere and brings it down on top of George’s face. Over and over.
“Ares, let me go. He’s going to fucking kill him.” I manage to pry myself out of Ares’s hold. Just as Connor is bringing that rock down again, I grab on to his arm. “Stop,” I tell him.
Connor looks at me, then at the guy beneath him. He doesn’t want to stop.
People are screaming, running, hysterical. Then Ares shouts for everyone to leave.
“Connor, you’re going to kill him. Stop,” I try again.
“That’s the whole point, princess.” Connor smiles at me. I’ve seen him fight before, but this… it’s different. I’ve never seen him so unhinged. And it’s my fault. He yanks himself free and brings the rock down on George’s head.
“I don’t think he can get any more dead, mate.” A deep voice has me looking over a shoulder. That voice belongs to Ares’s dad, Vin De Bellis. Shit. The crowd of teenagers has dispersed, replaced with a bunch of made men. My brother being one of them.
“Wasn’t me this time, Dad,” Ares replies.
“Yeah, I can see that,” Vin says.
Lorenzo looks from Connor to me and clearly doesn’t like what he finds there. Storming past everyone, he stops in front of me. His fingers grip my chin as he lifts my face, inspecting what no doubt is a red mark from where I got hit.
“If he’s not already dead, he’s about to be,” my brother grunts.
Connor stands and comes to my side.
“What the fuck were you two thinking? How in any fucking universe is this staying out of trouble? Staying hidden?” Lorenzo asks.
“It’s not his fault. I wanted to come. He just followed me.” I step in front of Connor, not sure my brother is in his right mind at the moment.
“I have no doubt about that,” Lorenzo says before looking to Connor. “Is he dead?”
“Yep,” Connor replies. When I look behind me, I see him nod. There’s a darkness to his eyes, one I’ve seen before. Back at the gas station in Boston.
Lorenzo looks around, his hand comes up with a wave, and then three of his soldiers appear. “Get rid of that. Make sure there’s no evidence that my sister was here,” he orders them.
“On it.” One of the soldiers nods and all three walk away.
“I’m sorry,” I tell my brother. “He was being an ass to Zara.”
At the mention of his sister-in-law, my brother turns, seeking her out in the small crowd. “Does your father know you’re here?”