Chapter 38
As I ran the last few feet towards the decrepit house, hearing Becks’ screams, the adrenaline shot through my system like an injected form of the hormone. I didn’t pause or hesitate running through the black space where the door should be. I heard sirens faintly in the distance but there wouldn’t be any waiting, not that I’d ever planned on it to begin with.
Thundering down a short hallway, I hit the only room with light in it and kept going despite the horrifying scene before me.
My best friend, my partner and brother, lying sightless in a pool of his own blood.
Somebody had already taken care of Larry. The fucking world was better off without that scumbag.
What had to be Clark, in all his asshole glory, was on top of my woman, who looked like she’d been through hell and back. Despite being broken and bleeding, she was giving him absolute hell.
I dove the last foot and tackled him off of her, rolling across the wooden floor and slamming into the wall.
Fists started flying and I grinned through the pain and blood every time he made a connection, relishing in his grunts when I struck back.
Becks was screaming and crying to my left but I couldn’t pause to look at or reassure her, not yet.
This was literally life or death.
Clark managed to straddle me and a flash of silver caught my eye. Fuck, he had a knife. I caught his wrist as it arced down at me, straining against him. The scumbag was stronger than he looked.
“Clark!”
Becks’ voice caused both of us to glance over.
Clark threw back his head laughing at what he saw.