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“Mia,” he croaks.
I lean forward and place a quick kiss on his lips before I carefully lay his head back down.
“I’m going to untie you,” I tell him. When I move behind him, a loud cry leaves my lips at the damage I see on his wrists. He’s pulled on the ropes so much that his flesh is mangled. I take a step toward him, and my foot lands on something wet. I look down, and there’s a big puddle of blood on the carpet.
“Oh, Mac. What have you done?” I whisper, more to myself than to him.
Worried that I’ll hurt him even more, I look around to see if there’s something I can use to cut the ropes loose. My eyes briefly land on Tessa, who’s quietly trying to make her way to the door. I take a step toward her, pinning her with my gaze.
“Stay right fucking there, bitch!” I growl at her.
She narrows her eyes at me and looks like she’s going to say something, but then Nick steps up to her, and I watch in satisfaction as she shrinks away from his angry gaze.
Jaxon steps up to me holding a pocketknife. I grab hold of his wrist before he can start on the ropes.
“Please be careful.”
His concerned gaze clashes with mine, and he crushes me into his arms. “Jesus, you both scared the shit out of us.” I wrap my arms around him, never so happy to have my brother. Tears gather in my eyes, but I force them back. I pull back from him, and he kisses the top of my head before turning to Mac.
“Fuck,” he hisses when he sees the condition of Mac’s wrists.
“Back the fuck up, cunt,” I hear Nick say. When I look over to him and Tessa, I see she’s made it closer to the door. The thoughtof her escaping brings all the anger back full force. Before Jaxon or Nick can stop me, I’m on her.
I come up behind her and yank the bitch’s hair back until my lips are at her ear. “I’m going to fuck you up so bad that you’ll never think about fucking someone else’s man again.”
She screams, her voice grating on my nerves, and tries to yank away, but my grip on her hair is too tight. Still holding on to her hair, I walk around until I’m standing in front of her. I grab another handful of hair with my other hand and pull her head down at the same time I bring my knee up. Blood immediately gushes from her face, I’m not sure from where, and I feel a rush of pleasure. Hurting someone shouldn’t feel this good, but this sure the fuck does.
Tessa’s legs give out, and I release her hair so she falls to the floor. I get on top of her and pin her arms down by her sides with my legs. I bring my hand back and land a punch to her face. Blood, tears, and snot mix together on her face. She looks pathetic, but I feel nothing but contempt for her. I get another handful of her hair and slam the back of her head on the floor, just as Jaxon did to Shady. The thump of her head hitting the floor feels good. Call me sadistic all you want, but the woman deserves everything she gets.
I get three more punches in before I feel arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back. I’m not nearly done with her, and I fight the hold, but it’s too strong. I do, however, manage to get in a couple of good kicks to her ribs.
“Calm down, Mia,” Jaxon says at my ear.
“Let me the fuck go. I’m not done with her,” I scream at Jaxon, struggling to get free.
“No. I don’t want my sister going to prison either. I’m going to let you go, and you’re going to go see Mac.”
At his words, I immediately try to turn so I can see Mac. Jaxon releases me, and I rush over to his form leaning up against the wall. His head is leaning back, and he’s looking at me when I get down on my knees next to him. His arms are at his sides, wrapped in some type of material. Blood is already seeping through.
“Are you okay?” he asks me, his voice weak.
A cry leaves my throat, and I launch myself at him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I’m careful to not put my weight on him, because I know he can’t hold both of us up. Just holding himself up against the wall must take every bit of strength he has.
I feel his hands at my sides clutching my shirt. I pull back and place small kisses all over his face. He just sits there and watches me.
When I lean back, I take his face in my hands and look him in the eye. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I’ve drunk fifty gallons of straight vodka,” he slurs.
I lean my forehead against his and tell him, “I love you, Mac.”
His eyes droop more, and I know he’s going to pass out any minute, but before he does he murmurs, “Love you, Pix.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and send a silent prayer that he’ll be okay. I also thank the Lord that Jaxon and Nick came when they did. I can’t think about what would have happened if they hadn’t.
“The cops and an ambulance are on the way,” Jaxon says from behind me. When I turn to look at him, he must see the worry and devastation written all over my face.
He squats down beside me and takes me in his arms. I bury my face against his chest and clutch his shirt as tears fall fast and freely down my face.
