Page 70 of Veiled Vengeance

After only a couple of minutes, all our guns click. Our magazines are empty.

Fucking hell.

Asher’s head pops up from behind the cart, I peer around the door, and Anthony pokes his head up from behind the solid desk.

Anthony sees me and smirks.

My breaths billow through my teeth, and my face turns crimson.

That asshole just shot at me and my boyfriend.

Vengeance isn’t some abstract idea—it isn’t some unattainable dream. Vengeance is right here in front of me, and it’s mine to take.

Asher reads me like an open book. “No, Princess.”

I lock my jaw and move my head from side to side. Not waiting for another protest from Asher, I bolt straight to the desk where Anthony stands, waiting for me.

Anthony opens his mouth to speak, but I don’t let him get a word in. I crawl on top of the desk, and when he opens his mouth, I punch him right in the throat. He chokes and grabs at his neck, falling back into the office chair behind him.

“You don’t get to say anything!” I scream. “You took too much from me!”

Hands grab at my shoulders and arms from behind me.

“Angel, just back away.”

“Let us help, Mama.”

“We can take care of this for you, Princess.”

Pulling away, I jump on top of Anthony and allow my fists to rain down on his face. I feel the presence of my men come up behind me, but this time they don’t interfere.

Blood pours from Anthony’s nose, and the skin on his cheek breaks. When he finally makes an effort to fight back, Asher, Rio, and Zane grab Anthony’s arms and legs, holding them in place.

Punch. Jab.

Packing my car and fleeing Houston.

Punch. Jab.

Starting my life in a new place and making my own family.

Punch. Jab.

Meeting three amazing men who helped me live again.

“Spencer. Angel.”

Punch. Jab.

“Princess.”

“Mama.”

Punch. Jab.

I’m lifted off Anthony, and I flail my limbs wildly. “Let me go! Let me go!”

“That’s enough. You’re hurting yourself more than him at this point.” Asher’s inked, strong arms remain wrapped around my middle.