“I think you underestimated your opponents,” Blaz snarled before putting a bullet between the idiot’s eyes.
I ducked behind the car with Harlow in my arms as a war erupted around us. With her curled in my arms, I protected her as the jerk lay moaning by our side, spitting up blood like the pathetic moron he was.
“Did they hurt you?” I asked as Harlow shook in my arms.
She didn’t reply.
“Baby, you have to answer me.”
Her eyes just locked with mine as tears cascaded down her puffy face.
I started to examine her in the dim lighting of the parking lot. There was blood pouring from her nose, her lip was busted, her face was swollen on both sides, and bruises were already forming down her arms. I pulled off my jacket, wrapping it around her as I untied her wrists.
“I am so sorry,” I cooed in her ear, rocking her back and forth.
“Just promise me they are all going to be dead before we leave here.”
Grabbing the gun, I shot the guy I had just beaten in the temple.
“Not one of them is making it out of this alive,” I promised.
“Good.”
Chapter 8
Harlow
Everything hurt as my eyes fluttered open in my room at the cabin. I tried to focus as Collin and my father leapt to their feet from the edge of the bed.
“How long have I been out?” I tried to sit up but my body wouldn’t let me.
“Not too long, sweetheart. Only a few hours.” My dad gripped my hand as he leaned down to kiss my cheek.
“I’m so sorry, Daddy. I tried to fight them off.”
He brushed my hair away from my face. “It’s all right, baby. None of our guys were hurt.”
“Thank God.” I sighed, closing my eyes again.
“We’re getting a doc out here to come check you out. She should be here any minute.” My father’s voice was soft and calm.
“Where’s Mom?”
“At the house. I didn’t want her to see you like this.”
“Thank you.”
“You know, Collin was the one who saved the day.”
I forced my eyes to open again to look at my knight in shining armor. “I told you he was a good one,” I whispered.
“You were right—you usually are. Get some rest, sweetie.”
I faded back into nothingness until I heard the door open and a woman’s voice speak.
“Harlow? I’m Kae. I need to check out your wounds.” Her tone was sweet as she walked into the room. “Can you guys give me a minute alone with her?”
“Sure,” I heard my father reply.