32. Luke
Chapter 32
Luke
“You should’ve stayed out of my town, bitch. You’re not welcome there anymore.” Marcus saunters forward with dead eyes. Clearly the leader of this pack of nutsacks.
He’s back. Daring to show his face again after the Devils restrained themselves from beating him to a pulp.
I set Sienna on her feet and nudge her behind me. If they think they’re getting anywhere near her, they’re out of their fucking minds.
These are the guys who attacked her back home. Who left bruises all over her body. Who sent her running into my arms.
I’ll be dead before I let these assholes lay a finger on her again.
“You should’ve stayed out of my town.” Sienna’s normally soft soprano voice is hard, echoing back from the brick wall behind us. Even the assholes in front of us are surprised by her defiance. “I was trying to protect my friend. I’m sorry for what happened to you, Marcus. I really am. But I can’t undo what’s been done, and getting revenge on me won’t do that either.”
Silence settles around us. For a few moments, the three of them are too stunned to retort.
My chest swells with pride. That’s my girl.
His mouth twists into a snarl, a pissed-off bear ready to charge. “You’re trying to get me thrown behind bars. But it’s not going to work. You should be the one behind bars.”
“You literally posted revenge porn of us. You’re not innocent in any of this.”
Marcus takes a step forward, and I move between them, concealing Sienna behind me. “You even think about touching her and that limp will be the least of your problems. I’ll rip your eyes from your fucking skull.”
I wish I could’ve saved my pops. I wish I could’ve protected Chloe. Protected Violet.
I didn’t.
But I won’t make the same mistake with Sienna. I told her nothing would happen to her with me around, and that’s a promise I’ll keep until I’m in my grave.
All three of the assholes set their glares on me. “Three against one.” I shrug. “Seems like a fair fight.”
As soon as Marcus swings at me, I bark at Sienna to run and dodge his strike. The dude definitely fights like a fuckin’ football player. Throwing his weight around like a tough guy and never making contact with anything. No one fights like hockey players.
The scrawniest guy with the greasy hair manages to scrape a knuckle across my arm, so I throw him to the ground. All the air leaves his lungs like a gasping fish before he groans.
I’d stomp him for good measure, but the other two are already swinging. I manage to dodge Marcus, but the last guy’s fist connects with my jaw and fuck . My vision blurs for a second, eyes watering.
A terrified scream pierces the air.
Fuck . Sienna. She’s still fucking out here.
I whirl. Marcus is heading right for her, but she’s not running inside. Probably knows she wouldn’t make it far before he’d get ahold of her.
Why the fuck didn’t she run when I told her to?
But I know why. She couldn’t bear to leave me behind.
She screams her head off, and while I’m distracted, the guy on the ground gets his revenge and sweeps my feet out from under me.
I go down. Hard.
The asshole whose fist kissed my jaw is on me in a second, raining his knuckles down like a five-year-old throwing a temper tantrum. I clock him in the side of the head but that only dazes him.
Sienna’s scream is muffled as Marcus grabs her, hand covering her mouth.
My blood boils, vision going black. I’m going to fucking kill him. “Get your fucking hands off her?—”
A strike to my temple makes my skull scream, brain spinning
Fuck .
He fucking has her. He’s going to hurt her and I’m not going to reach her in time?—
I punch the dude on top of me in the nose with the last of my strength and he finally goes down.
A loud squeal rips through the night air as the door to the athletics building bursts open.
A girl in all-black with red streaks in her hair darts out, aiming right for Marcus like a hornet. She lands a kick on his shin, and he curses, dropping Sienna to clutch at his leg.
Juliet screeches like a banshee, shoving him like he’s not twice her size. “What the fuck , Marcus? Get out of here!”
My head swims as I climb to unsteady feet. Sienna jerks forward, striking Marcus between the legs.
He groans, hands rushing to cradle his aching balls.
Despite my pounding temple and the throbbing ache in my jaw, my back, my knuckles, I grin. That’s my girl.
From the door, four of the Devils emerge. Wes, Knox, Damien, and Finn.
I’ve never been so happy to see them.
Wes takes one look at me and charges at Marcus.
The bastard doesn’t even have time to retreat before the Devils are raining hell down on him. He goes down like a sack of rocks.
His buddy with the greasy hair doesn’t bother trying to help him out. He scrambles for the Cadillac, cranking the ignition and blasting the lights in our faces.
Surrounded by the Devils punching and kicking him, all Marcus can do is hold his arms up to block their attack.
I take a shaky step forward, my lip fat and coming back bloody, but I’m doing a hell of a lot better than Marcus.
“Stop!” Sienna screams. Thank god she’s smart enough not to try to intervene. “Stop! Let him go!”
Wes glances at me. When I nod, he stops his attack, and the other Devils follow suit.
In the doorway, Violet hovers wide-eyed while Juliet stands with arms crossed, fire and brimstone burning in her eyes. “You’ve taken this way too fucking far, Marcus.”
He rises slowly, face red and puffy, before limping off and dragging his buddy off the ground who’s finally come to. He tosses a glare back at Sienna. “This isn’t over.”
“You just assaulted my boyfriend. It’s definitely fucking over for you.”
I don’t know what part I enjoyed hearing from her mouth more. The confident defiance or calling me her boyfriend.
As soon as the Cadillac peels out of the parking lot, Knox shouts, “Dumbass didn’t get scared off the first time?”
Damien heads back to the building. “Whatever. I see a fight, I jump in.”
“Worse hobbies to have.” Knox shrugs, following him before grinning at Juliet. “You kicked ass.”
She shrugs. “I know.”
Sienna runs to me, throwing her arms around my neck and whimpering into my shoulder. My heart nearly bursts. She was so fucking worried about me. She could’ve gotten hurt, but she’s okay. She’s okay .
I didn’t lose her again.
Wes bumps my fist and Finn nods at me before they follow our teammates inside, giving us privacy.
“Are you okay?” Sienna whispers.
I nod, pulling back to cradle her face and examine every inch. “Are you? Did he hurt you?”
I’ll chase him down right now?—
“I’m fine. Thank you,” she murmurs through her tears. “I think we’re finally going to get him now.”
“What do you mean?”
She leads me by the hand back to her car and pulls her phone from the dashboard. “This was supposed to be a cute video of our reunion. But now we finally have hard evidence against Marcus.”