Chapter 51
Nothing had ever burned as much as his arms did now. The knife or razor, whatever the bastard had had got him dead one. But Kurt wasn’t stopping. That bastard had hit him, with a damned metal pipe. They’d wrestled over it.
Yunderhall had grabbed it. Had hit Kurt again.
But Kurt wasn’t giving up. Not now…not with what he had to lose.
He heard her calling his name. That was all the incentive he needed.
Kurt was building the life he wanted with his girls, with the woman he loved. He wasn’t letting Dwayne Yunderhall take that away from him now. He just wasn’t.
He was going to end this.
Kurt pulled himself to his knees.
And dove at the man one more time.
They went down, to the dirt and the rock. And Kurt just kept swinging.
His fingers wrapped around the metal pipe. He yanked.
And threw it hard.
Then it was just him, Yunderhall, and the box cutter he brandished now.
Kurt roared. And took him down to the ground.
Ignoring the box cutter where it sliced too close to his neck for comfort.
He was bigger, stronger, younger—and had a lot more to live for in the woman now calling his name.
Kurt took Yunderhall to the ground.
And held him there.
Until two of Greer’s brothers pulled him away.
“I’ll handle Yunderhall from here,” Gene said. “Guth, I think Chase is probably yours now.”
“Help is on the way. A few minutes out,” Guthrie said. He reached out. Pulled Kurt’s arm over his shoulder. “You and Gunn handle this guy while I check Chase and Greer?”
“I’m looking forward to it. Go. Gunn will keep me in line, I’m sure.”
But there was a satisfaction in Gene’s tone that Kurt understood completely.
Kurt just went along with it. He was starting to feel it now.
“I think that asshole actually got me a few times, now that I think about it.”
It took everything Kurt had to keep himself on his feet as Guthrie Hiller led him to Greer’s side.
Then he was looking at the woman he loved. The woman he would love until the day he died. “Greer Katarina Hiller. You are my world, my heart, and with my two little girls, you are my everything. I will love you until the day I leave this earth.”
Kurt really didn’t remember much after that.
Except the blood.
He’d remember the blood. And the fire that was igniting in his chest and his shoulder.
That bastard had gotten him harder than he’d thought.