Page 9 of Saved by a Knight (The Knight Riders MC #1)
KNIGHT
I ’ll fucking kill him.
Make it slow, torturous, and painful. Have the thrill of watching him squirm beneath me. Listen to his vain attempts to beg and plead for mercy while I exact revenge.
Taking a moment to scan Lora for any obvious signs of physical harm, none present themselves.
Dazed but unscathed, I would’ve released a heavy sigh of relief if my blood wasn’t boiling.
Without thinking, or maybe because I have no idea how to handle this other than with my fists, I spin on my heels and direct my attention to the professor.
“I warned you, didn’t I?” I storm toward Callahan, who’s wheezing and attempting to shuffle through the crushed chips back to his feet. “Now, I’m gonna have to show you what happens when you fuck with the Knight Riders.”
Grabbing the front of his shirt in a white-knuckled fist, I deliver the first blow square against his jaw. The second follows shortly behind, but I’m caught off guard by Trent calling out from the front of the store.
“Mr. Knight, what’s going on back there?” I catch my next jab just in time, knuckles brushing against Callahan’s cheek.
Glistening tears flood the professor’s eyes as he stares back at me.
A silently weeping man who can never know how lucky he got tonight.
Had we not been in this convenience store, Trent watching on, and fears of what Lora might think of me for tearing his head clean off his shoulders, I’d have done it already.
Taught him a final lesson all his years of book smarts never could.
Releasing his limp, weak body, Callahan crumbles into the mess I’ve left across the aisle. I lean in close, so only he’ll hear me, and whisper in his ear. “Let this be your final warning. If I see your smug fucking face in this town again, I’ll rip it off.”
Callahan nods viciously, choking on spit and blood, and crunches the remaining chip packets as he starts to move. His sorry attempt to get to his feet fails, leaving him on his hands and knees right in front of me.
“Unsettled business,” I finally answer Trent’s question. He doesn’t look angry, knowing I’ll cover the cost of what I broke and the stock he lost because of it.
“Sorry.” The professor repeats the word a few times over. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“It’s not me you need to apologize to,” I hiss, looking over my shoulder at Lora.
Mortification floods Callahan’s face, but his gaze never breaks away from me. “I’m sorry, Lora. Please forgive me.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” I order. It’s bad enough he caused the commotion in the first place. Addressing my woman isn’t going to do him any favors.
I watch him crawl on his hands and knees away from me before passing by Trent’s legs.
But I don’t give him my attention for long, returning to my feet and facing Lora. I’m a stone statue, analyzing every stunning inch of her face for reluctance or remorse toward me. Allowing her to witness my unbridled savagery, if only for a moment, is too far.
“Are you okay?” I rest a gentle hand against her arm for reassurance.
She nods, and to my great surprise, there isn’t a trace of fear in her eyes.
In fact, a smirk forms on her lips, and her eyes glow with the same burning desire I saw in our hotel bed.
Little minx, getting off on seeing her man kick the shit out of some asshole.
I’ve gotta remember that, maybe make a habit of it.
Teach this world that Lora’s mine, and I’m not sharing.
Well, that’s if anyone’s brave enough to make a move after what happened to the professor.
“He didn’t touch me,” Lora purrs. Not the reaction I expected, but I’m damn happy to see it.
Fucking and fighting is why I got into this business, and what luck I’ve had with both centering around Lora. And with one out of the way, and Lora’s intentions splashed across her face, the other is soon to follow.
“Got here in the nick of time then.” Staring into her eyes, I can feel the anger washing away by the bucket. She has such a soothing presence that even the beast inside me can’t fight.
“Twice in one week.” She takes a few, slow steps toward me. When she’s close enough, she presses a finger against my abs and lazily scrawls random patterns across them. “This time, you’ll have to let me thank you for taking out the trash. And I know the best way to do it, too.”
As much as I want to stay in control and treat this like one of the many scenes I’ve left in chaos and disorder, I can’t. Not with her. I can’t stop myself from sliding my hands around her waist, pulling her body tightly against mine, and letting the fires of passion roar inside my chest.
“What exactly do you have in mind?” Playing along is part of the fun, even though there’s only one real answer.
She jumps onto her toes, hooks her arms around my shoulders, and steals a kiss. “A bit of this,” she whispers against my lips, “and a bit of that.”
I kiss her again, losing myself to the fierce embrace in full.
Lora giggles and pulls away, gesturing with her head in Trent’s direction. He’s still standing in the front of the store, staring in disbelief.
Shit, I completely forgot he was here.
“Call the boys back at the clubhouse to sort you out,” I shout across the room.
“Got it.” He lifts his slack jaw off the floor and disappears behind the row of shelves.
And with that little bit of business concluded, I can turn my attention in full to the glorious creature pressed against my body.