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“Tell me who hit you?” He growls.
Casey shivered but lifted her chin defiantly. “Who do you think?”
“Don’t give me that shit, Casey,” he snarled, rage vibrating thickly in his voice. He took hold of her chin and impatiently brushed the hair back from her face so he could see the marks
better. “Did Ignacio do this to you?”
“Of course it was my husband. Do you really think he would allow anyone else to do this without permission?” she confirmed jerking her chin, but he refused to release his hold on her
face. He smoothed a finger across the graze on her cheek, his touch gentle despite his seething anger.
“Why the fuck would he hit you, especially knowing I would see you tonight?” Reyes asked incredulously. “Does he have a death wish?”
She stared at him, at the threat of violence glittering fiercely in his eyes. All for her, all over the momentary pain Ignacio had caused her. She sighed and brought her hand up, closing it over his and forcing his hand away from her chin. Her bracelet slid along her arm as she moved, a reminder of the ownership another man had over her.
“Why do you think he hit me? I told him I didn’t want to see you again,” she admitted.
She could feel the heat of his fury rise further and flinched back, pressing against the railing of the balcony. She expected him to have the same reaction as Ignacio. To attack her for not wanting to see him. Instead, he slowly reached out so she could see what he was doing and pulled her away from the railing. She shivered as the cool evening air washed over her bare arms and shoulders.
He gently brushed her hair back from her face once more and touched the bruise with the back of his fingers. “He hit you because you were reluctant to see me again.”
She nodded miserably and stood stiffly in his hold. He cupped the back of her head, holding her still and leaned forward to touch his lips against hers. Her lips parted in surprise at the feathery light touch of his mouth to hers. He took advantage by licking the cut on her bottom lip where she’d bitten herself. She jerked back, but he held her immobile with one hand at the
back of her head and another around her waist. He brushed his lips back and forth across hers, with gentle purpose.
Heat sizzled through her veins with the force of a lightning strike. She tried to concentrate on not passing out as every nerve ending in her body lit up with pleasure from the soothing touch of his lips against hers and the firm hand wrapped around her, forcing her to hold still while he overwhelmed her senses. Her legs wobbled on her heels, and she probably would have collapsed if he hadn’t been holding her up.
Finally, he pulled back from the most perfect kiss she’d ever had, his mouth only a few inches from hers when he spoke. “I was already planning to kill your husband, cariño. Now that I
know he’s put hands on you, I will make it so much fucking worse. He’ll beg me for death long before I let that miserable fuck go to hell.
”Casey’s eyes widened in shock, and she opened her mouth to protest, but before she could, he interrupted her, his hands falling to her waist in a tight hold. “I know what you will say, and I want you to think, Casey. Think hard about who your husband is, what he’s done to you and what you want.”
She shook her head, her hair swinging. She pushed against his chest, but he wouldn’t let her go. She dug her nails into his chest over his shirt, trying to hurt him, to force him to release
her. His hold was unbreakable. “Stop it, Casey. Hold still and listen to me.”
She whimpered and shook her head.
He shook her until her head came up and they were staring at each other, her eyes wide and fearful, his snapping with fierce energy and anger.
“He’s fucking handed you over to me to use however I want. He gave you to me bruised and...” he grabbed her hand and lifted it, her wedding rings glinting in the faint evening light, “wearing his fucking rings. Why? So I could fuck his wife, knowing I was taking a woman I want but can’t keep? He’s a disgusting, degenerate fuck and you know it. He deserves worse than the death I’m going to deal him.”
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“Riley, my gorgeous girl, it’s me, Soloman,” he said quietly, for her ears alone.
He took in her pale, bruised features. The terrified, frantic, and searching eyes. Faint blue marks were beginning to litter her poor body along her arms, legs, neck, and face. Her dress was covered in blood and hiked up nearly to her waist. Fuck, he hoped to God the blood wasn’t hers. He could see that she wore no underwear. Every muscle in his body thrummed with tension.
“Soloman?” she croaked, the gun wavering in her trembling hand.
“Yes, gorgeous girl, it’s me. I’m here now. I’m going to take care of you,” he promised, his deep voice softening.
Her lips quivered as she dropped the gun to her lap and reached out to him like a small child looking for solace. Soloman gathered her against him, wrapping his strong arms around her tiny frame. She fit perfectly against his chest, and it was as though his body had been made to shield hers.
“Did he hurt you?” His voice was calm, though the black rage inside him roared like a wildfire.
Her head tipped against his chest, and her soft hair brushed his chin. She didn’t answer, but her silence told him everything.
The fucker would pay.
Soloman gently pushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. “You’re safe now. No one will ever touch you again. Not while I’m breathing.”
She whimpered, her hands clutching his shirt like a lifeline.
Roman’s voice broke into his dark thoughts. “Soloman, we need to move. Now.”
Soloman’s head snapped up, his predatory gaze fixing on Roman. His man was already restraining the other guy in the room, the one who had been patching up Shank. Soloman nodded once.
“Take them both,” he growled, his tone like ice. “They’re mine.”
Roman grunted in acknowledgment, his massive hand tightening on the thug’s arm as he dragged him out of the room. Soloman focused back on Riley, his fierce expression softening.
“I’m taking you home,” he said firmly, brushing a tear from her cheek.
She nodded weakly, her breathing uneven but steadying as she clung to him. Soloman lifted her effortlessly in his arms and carried her out of the filthy motel room, her body cradled against his.
As they stepped into the desert night, the cool air brushed against her bruised skin. Riley stirred, her lips parting as she whispered, “Thank you.”
Soloman’s jaw clenched, the flicker of emotion in her voice striking a chord in him. He would burn the world to ash to keep her safe.
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