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I’m going to enjoy ending his miserable fucking life.
The live stream cuts out just as we pull up to the hotel, and I can only assume the video was mass reported, which also means it won’t be long until the cops show up to handle it. “You’ve got 5 minutes,” Hardin says, reaching back over the center console again, this time with a gun in his hand, “and then we’re kicking in the fucking door. Got it?”
I nod just as the car finally comes to a screeching halt, and before he can even give me the rundown on how to best handle this, the gun is in my hand, and I’m racing out of the car and into the lobby of the hotel.
The staff try to greet me and give me their usual VIP bullshit, not having a fucking clue that they let my girl’s rapist into their hotel. Bet they were responsible for giving him her floor and room number, too.
Reaching the elevator, I impatiently wait for the door to open, and the moment it does, I fly into it and slam my fist down over the button for our floor. As it closes, I watch my security team flood the lobby, their eyes wide open and hands already hovering over their guns.
The elevator moves too fucking slowly, and I consider sprinting up the stairs, but I need to preserve my energy for what I have in store for him.
Precious seconds tick by.
Level one.
Level four.
Eight.
Twelve.
Nineteen.
And then finally, the button lights up. Level twenty-two. The elevator dings, and before the doors have even opened the whole way, I’m sprinting through the long hallway, one hand clutching the gun, the other grasping the room key.
I reach room 2201 in seconds, and as I hear Rae’s cries from the other side, I quickly swipe the keycard against the lock, turn the handle, and shove my shoulder into the heavy door.
Rae’s piercing scream sounds through the room and I race in just in time to see Michael tear away from Rae, his eyes wide as though he hadn’t anticipated anyone coming to save her.
I hold the gun up, realizing too fucking late there’s a knife gripped in his hand, one I couldn’t see from the angle of the video. My gaze quickly sweeps the room, noticing Rae’s phone propped against the dresser in front of the bed, the screen dark. I’m sure the asshole probably thinks it’s still recording.
“Get the fuck away from her,” I growl as he lazily puts his dick back inside his jeans.
“Ezra,” Rae panics, her eyes filled with horror, and with her father off her, she scrambles away from him, doing the best she can without the use of her hands. “I . . . I—”
“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you. He won’t ever hurt you again.”
“It’s you,” she cries. “He said he was going to hurt you.”
Michael laughs, looking at me as though I was the sixteen-year-old kid he met eleven years ago. “Whatcha gonna do with that, tough guy?” he says, his grip tightening on the knife. “You don’t have the fucking balls to shoot me.”
“You don’t have a fucking clue what I’m willing to do to you,” I say, slowly stalking him through the room, putting myself between him and Rae. “I know it all, Michael. I know the hell you put her through, the vile things you’ve done to her, but your time is up. I’m going to make you regret ever touching her. It’s fucking over for you.”
Rae shakily gets to her feet and moves in close behind me, my body acting as a shield, and I can’t help but notice the blood smeared between her thighs.
Michael scoffs and peers at Rae over my shoulder, and when his grip tightens on the knife and he lifts it behind his head, preparing to launch it across the room, I squeeze the trigger.
BANG!
Rae screams behind me as Michael goes down, roaring in agony as blood splatters against the far wall of the room from the bullet wound directly in the center of his knee. “AHHH FUCK,” he growls, clenching his jaw as he tries to take the pain.
I stride toward him, rage storming through me like a fucking tornado, and as he flails on the floor, I can’t help but notice how fucking pathetic he looks. My boot grinds down over his wrist, forcing him to release his hold on the knife.
“I’ll fucking kill you for this,” he spits, but all I can do is laugh.
“Considering you won’t be leaving this room alive, I highly doubt that,” I say before glancing back at Rae, and despite how much I want to end his life, I’m not the one who was forced to endure his abuse. If anyone deserves to be the one to take his life, it’s Rae. “It’s your call, Rae. Do you want to do this, or shall I?”
My gun remains aimed right between his eyes, and now that we’ve established I’m more than prepared to pull the trigger, Michael doesn’t take his eyes off me as Rae rushes around behind me, keeping as close as possible. She turns and offers me her wrists, and I reach for the rope that keeps them bound with my free hand.
