his name tearing from her throat. The
his sprint, Hiram launched a brutal, deva
e a baseball bat hitti
f the ground. He flew backward through the a
Mickey slid down the wall like a ragdoll, hitting the pav
lethal violence. His dark eyes we
y boot came down hard, pinning Mickey's wrist to th
his weight. He
pping cleanly in two was followed
word, they grabbed the semi-conscious, sobbing attacker, twisted his
st heaving as he forced the bloodlust b
dirty brick wall. Her sweater was torn at the coll
ed suit jacket. He closed the distan
apped the heavy, warm jacket tightly around her sma
terrified that touching her would break her. His
ss in his voice broke th
t, burying her face into his hard chest, clutching the fab
. His arms hung frozen in the
elt the hot dampness of her tears soaking through his shir
d her back, pulling her flush against him. His large hand fl
her head. "It's over," he swore, his voice a low, abso
ike a sedative. Antoinette's frantic sobbin
sk her to stand. He simply slid his arms under her and
to the warm, spacious back seat of the SUV. He slid in r
ut and hit the gas, spee
into a small insulated compartment and pulled out a bot
s were still ice-cold, trembli
out. He wrapped his massive, burning-hot hands completely over h
s seeped directly into her ski
unreadable profile of the man beside her. Every wa
t her head fall sideways, coming t
n of a second before he forced himse
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