Forsaken (Protectors #4)

Mav

Twenty seconds…twenty seconds of pure bliss before I was being pulled off the fucker. Twenty seconds of watching the man acknowledge that he’d taken his final breath. I cursed my own stupidity for not just snapping his neck. No, I’d wasted precious time because I’d wanted to see in him the same fear and pain he’d inflicted on Eli…that he was still inflicting just by breathing the same air.

It wasn’t my own men who pulled me off the bastard. One set of hands belonged to Dominic Barretti, the other I didn’t recognize.

“What the hell?” Dom bit out as he reached down to help Jack to his feet. I tore free of the hands holding me and went for Jack again, but this time it was Ronan who stepped in front of me.