Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
I stared in horror at the scene in front of me, unable to move.
She was supposed to be safe here.
Meghan was laying completely naked on the floor. She was already bruising, and she had bloody bite marks and scratches everywhere that I knew would scar. Blood was matted in her dark hair, and her face was swollen and bruised. Dried blood stuck to her chin and neck, and hand-shaped bruises were wrapped around her neck.
“Mother fuck!” I shouted as I gripped her bedroom door and ripped it off the hinges.
We had promised to protect her. She was supposed to have been safe here in our home. Nothing was supposed to have happened to her.
We failed her.
I fucking failed her.
“Get him the fuck out of here!” Vincent shouted as he cradled Meghan in his arms.
“Give her here, Vincent,” I snarled as I stormed over to him, pain splitting my heart into pieces. My soul was crying in agony for her. I wanted blood. I’d never felt so much fucking carnal rage before, but at that moment, I wanted nothing more than the mother fucker’s blood that did this to her coating my hands.
“You need to get the fuck out of here and calm the hell down!” Vincent barked at me.
“I’m going to fucking break your goddamn neck if you do not give my woman to me right fucking now!” I shouted at him, my eyes flashing dangerously.
I’d always had a temper. Vincent knew that. Hell, he had even had the pleasure of taking me to my anger management courses back in high school and sometimes during college.
But the beast inside of me wanted out, and he would destroy everyone in his goddamn way to get to his woman.
Vincent stood up just as the sound of sirens reached my ears. He gently handed her beaten body over to me, and I cradled her in my arms as if she were the most precious thing in the entire fucking world.
And she was. Meghan was it for me, and I would destroy anyone who tried to take her away from me.
“Send the paramedics up here with a stretcher,” I ordered, not looking away from the broken woman in my arms as that rage inside of me quieted a little, letting me take care of her.
But when she was sent to the hospital?
There would be nothing stopping me. Fuck my goddamn career. I didn’t give a shit if I got sent to prison for the rest of my life for what I was going to do.
I was going to hunt down the sick son of a bitch that did this to her, and I wasn’t going to stop beating the absolute fuck out of him until he was dead, and my hands and arms were coated in his fucking blood.
Did it make me a psychopath? Probably. But did I give a fuck? No.
I wanted fucking revenge for what had happened to Meghan.
I had failed her, but I’d make sure this never fucking happened to her again.
Paramedics rushed into the room with a stretcher. I stood up from the bed and strode over to them with Meghan’s broken body cradled gently in my arms. I eased her body onto the stretcher, being careful to keep the sheet over her body. Swallowing thickly, I stepped back, watching as they hurriedly strapped her to the cot so she wouldn’t fall off before they carried her down the stairs.
I followed them down the stairs and watched as they loaded her into the back of the ambulance. Vincent slipped past me. “Axel is giving me a lift to the hospital,” he told me. “You coming?”
I shook my head. “Later,” I told him gruffly, feeling that rage return full force. “I can’t—I don’t need to be in that hospital when I won’t be able to see her yet,” I explained, partially lying to my best friend. “I’ll destroy everything in my way.”
He nodded in understanding. “I’ll keep you updated and let you know as soon as the staff allows visitors,” he promised. He nodded once at Axel who was waiting by the front door, pain in his eyes, his keys in his hands. Understanding passed between us.
Axel knew I was getting my fucking revenge.
He just didn’t know how.
I watched the two of them jog off to Axel’s car. Once they were down the street, I slammed the front door shut. All of the other guys were still at the party, and for good reason. If they were home, everyone in that fucking house would feel my wrath.
I stormed out onto the back patio, and with a roar of rage, I slung the table to the ground and threw the chairs across the patio.
I still didn’t fucking feel better.
“Seems my girl has a thing for men with violence.”
I swung around to face the direction the voice came from. A man dressed in ripped, dirty jeans and a stained t-shirt with holes was standing in front of me. His hair was matted and greasy, and his face was sunken in. His eyes were dark, but there was a hint of pride in his eyes.