by Harley Stone
Her attacker was so busy rutting into her that he didn’t see me. I crept around behind him, grabbed him by the back of his shirt, and hauled his ass off her, holding him inches above the ground. His little pencil dick swung from side to side.
“I see why you can’t get women the right way, but this shit ain’t gonna fly,” I growled.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked, helicoptering his hands to swing at me. “Let me go! This is none of your business.”
The girl was crying. I couldn’t see enough to make out her features, but I could hear the sobs pouring out of her. He’d been fucking raping her while she cried. The reality of the situation boiled rage up inside me.
“Let me go!” he demanded again.
“Not gonna fuckin’ happen.” I needed to shut him up, so I set him down and wound up. Right hook to the jaw, resulting in a satisfying crunch. Now he was screaming. It sounded much better than her crying. Left hook to the gut, another crunch. Probably a rib. Maybe two. He tried to block me, and I snapped his arm.
“Ahhh what the fuck, man?”
I was too far gone to respond. I dropped him and he spun around, giving me the perfect shot at his left kidney. Bam! Bet the motherfucker didn’t expect that. He fell to the ground and I went with him, my vision exploding in red.
The next thing I knew, men were hauling me off him and trying to contain me. Sirens closed in on us. Lights flashed. I was in handcuffs and being read my rights. They pulled me out front and stuffed me into the backseat of a cruiser. Looking over my shoulder one last time, I saw the girl being loaded into an ambulance. She’d be okay. That made it all worth it.
I knew the drill, so I kept my mouth shut through all the questions and threats until the boys in blue let me have my one phone call.
Dialing Link, my club president and closest friend, I rested my forehead against the wall and waited for him to pick up.
He accepted the collect call, like I knew he would.
“Havoc? What’s going on?”
“I’m in jail, brother. I fucked up. But this time, I swear to you, the bastard deserved it.”
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
This book would have never become a reality without the help and support of so many people. Special thanks to my husband, Meltarrus, our boys, and all my friends and family for letting me off the hook when I daydreamed storyline and dialog during our conversations.
I’m greatly indebted to the talented Jackson Jackson for creating my cover.
Huge thanks to the incredible Gail Goldie, who once again saw my work first and saved the rest of the world from having to wade through my mistakes. Thank you, beta and ARC readers for your edits, support, and love.
And, thank you, reader, for embarking on this journey with me!
