Chapter Seventeen
Will
We barge into the warehouse in the fishery district, ready for war. The bastards thought they could hold my woman captive and threaten her without retribution, but they were mistaken. As the words spill from Chrissy’s lips, the rage doubles in me. Then I look in horror as I see what they did to my woman. The closer I get, the more shocked I become. They dared to hurt her so brutally, and it was my fault. The marking on her neck had been caused by the necklace I gave her.
I watch the way she ducks her head and see her turmoil. My woman has found her own personal demons, and after I slay these tangible ones, I have to find a way to destroy those invisible ones. One by one, Damon’s men fall, little pussies who I recognize as a local gang in Dallas. They were probably hired to do his dirty work, which fucking sucks because we are creating a host of new enemies with this war. Still, I’d burn this city to the ground for my woman.
One by one, bodies fall to the ground, but I want one head above all, and that is Damon’s, the piece of shit who took my woman in the first place. The man who thought he had a right to touch the most precious thing in the world and then harm her. Melanie belongs to me, and anything that happens to her is worth killing for. I’ve never had to get my hands this dirty, but there’s nothing I won’t do for my heart and soul.
“Looks like I have something you want,” he says with a smirk.
I stare down the motherfucker and although he appears tough, standing closer to Melanie than I am, he doesn’t have the resolve that I do. It’s written all over his face. Fear washes over him, and it fills the air like a terrible aroma. I want to rip his heart out with my hands for the way my love has been treated, but his death will be enough for me. I hate him with everything in me, but her safety and care are all I need.
“Damon, this is between you and me.”
“Oh, this is much bigger than you and me, playboy. You fuck around and break young girls’ hearts, and now you have the audacity to be upset about the one whore that I took.” At first I’m confused, but the insult to my wife sends me over the edge. I don’t bother wasting time with his nonsense. I want revenge and to make him pay, but now that we’re here, Melanie needs me more.
This isn’t some movie where the fucking villain gets a damn monologue. I put a bullet in his head, and his body dropped. I already know he’s working with the stupid bitch from the salon, and I haven’t broken any hearts.
After he falls, I kick his gun away and rush to Melanie’s side, picking her up in my arms. She’s been through so much that I hate myself more than I can say. Will she still love me for not protecting her? Fuck. I see the wounds and know they wouldn’t be there if I’d strangled Damon the first time I wanted to do it.
“Son, it’s time to go.” Something feels off about all of this, and I can’t figure it out. How did they know about her classes and schedule? Who else was helping Damon and Chrissy? It’s not like she had a tail on the way to school. Someone in town would have noticed it. Her security detail was light, but it’s not nonexistent.
Who knows Melanie’s routine as well as her team? Just me, and maybe her parents. Unless they were stalking her, and only one other person comes to mind, but I hope not for Melanie’s sake. The call and the security break-in.