Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
His brother had already cost him everything. Being born into his family had cost him a normal childhood. It caused him to be arrested for the first time when he was freaking ten because kids needed to pull their weight in his father’s narrow-minded world. This life had denied him an education, individuality, any form of freedom, and now it cost him the one woman in the world he’d ever truly wanted.
“How about not being a little pussy.” The new guy had a couple of inches on Wyatt and probably fifty pounds of muscle. “Look, I don’t care what they call you or if once you got in a decent punch or two. You’re a momma’s boy pussy, and now you’re going to get the job done and you’re going to hand over everything you owe your brother and then you’re going to serve us some beers and introduce the nice young lady the big guy sent away and then maybe, if she satisfies us, we’ll go away. Otherwise, my needs will change and I’ll require some violence.”
“Wyatt.” Sawyer’s tone was a warning.
Somewhere in the background he heard the front door opening, but it was a distant thing. What was far more immediate was the buzzing in his ears.
Everything. These motherfuckers had cost him everything and they wanted more. They thought Lark wasn’t a person. She was nothing but a doll to play with and toss away. No one outside the Horde mattered. They were kings, and peasants were there for their pleasure.
He hated them.
“Wyatt Kemp, we are going to talk,” a familiar voice said.
“I fucking told you,” Sawyer ground out. “Sabrina, you need to leave. Right now. You go back down to the valley and forget you were here tonight.”
Sabrina was here. She’d walked in the door. It didn’t hit his brain the way it should.
“Now we’re talking,” the new asshole was saying. “Me and Brutus can take this one and Doug and Murphy can play with the brunette.” He walked right up to Sabrina—his Sabrina—and put a hand on her. “You and me are going to have some fun.”
And Wyatt saw red.
Chapter Eleven
Sawyer had known everything would go to hell the minute Wyatt told him he hadn’t taken his reasonable advice. See, this was precisely why he didn’t go to the trouble of giving advice. No one ever took it. When he’d learned Wyatt had broken up with Sabrina, he’d known her pretty ass would show up and likely tonight.
She couldn’t have picked a worst time.
Sawyer started to move toward her and the asshole who’d put his hands on her. It had been the sight of Sabrina in danger that threatened to take a nasty scenario and push it into ultra-violent territory. Sawyer wanted to kill the fucker, and he didn’t have Wyatt’s trauma responses. If he didn’t deal with the situation, Wyatt might actually kill the man.
Which would be fine except then Nate would have to do paperwork, and he hated paperwork.
Sabrina stood there, staring at the man who’d probably spent more time in jail than she’d spent alive, and there wasn’t a proper amount of fear on her face. She needed to keep her mouth closed and let him handle this situation. Talking to this guy on any level would do nothing but make things worse.
It was going to be okay. Sabrina was likely terrified, and fear would make her very submissive. She’d never been in a situation like this before. He would pick her up, lock her away with Lark, and deal with the situation. All she needed to do was not make things worse.
“Sir, I am not here to find a date, nor am I here to be manhandled,” she stated in the sweetly bossy tone she used.
He was going to spank her. He finally understood the appeal. Oh, he’d gotten the whole “get his hands on her pretty ass” thing, but the spanking he was thinking of went far deeper. When he spanked her, she would feel his fucking will. She was putting herself directly in harm’s way, and he was going to make it clear to her how unacceptable it was.
He glanced over and Wyatt had shoved the laptop away, his eyes going dark and a flush rushing across his skin. He had seconds to defuse the situation. He’d actually seen Berserker Wyatt, and it wasn’t pretty.
“Hey, she’s mine, and you better take your hands off her.” A man like the one in front of Sawyer only understood things in brutal terms. “Mine, you motherfucker. Do you understand what a claim means in our world?”
“I understand you’re not in our world,” the asshole shot back and pulled her in closer. “That makes anything you have fair game.”
“I don’t think she’s Sawyer’s,” Doug said, looking from Sawyer to Wyatt. “And isn’t that interesting.”
Wyatt unleashed a yell and went for it.