Chapter 47
SAWYER
W e find Ivy with Brooks standing in front of a black car at the edge of the woods. She’s covered in mud, her hair a matted mess, and I can see the fear on her face from here as she talks to him. Reid starts to voice a plan when Brooks’ hands jut out and close around her throat. The sight of her being physically harmed ignites a fire in me that I’ve never felt before.
All I see is red.
All I feel is pure rage.
I’m gonna fucking kill him.
Ivy continues to struggle, kicking and clawing at him, but the bastard holds her tight. Body on autopilot as adrenaline surges through my veins, I charge up behind him just as he releases his hold and she crumples to the ground. Every fiber of my being is hyper-focused on protecting her. There’s no room for hesitation or fear, only the overwhelming need to shield her from pain. I hook my arm around his neck and bend backward, arching him and cutting off his airway. I throw my fist rapidly into his side before he starts to fight back. He’s about my size, but I’ve got adrenaline and anger on my side. He hurt my baby and fuck if I’ll let him get that opportunity ever again.