Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,31

that he hadn't taken that shot told me he wasn't certain of that at all.

I rose to my feet slowly and Jonas's tongue darted out to moisten the corner of his lips as he looked between the two of us.

"What's going on back there?" the pilot called in fear and Jonas almost glanced his way before realising that was a bad fucking idea.

The last guard and the doctor were lying dead on the floor in growing pools of blood from Saint's shots and the two nurses were crying and cowering in the far corner, clearly hoping to avoid our attention.

"It's under control," Jonas barked at the pilot as the helicopter continued its route to fuck knew where.

"Is it?" I asked, tilting my head to one side and he tightened his grip in Tatum's hair, making her curse as she scrambled against his hold, a drop of blood spilling along the blade he held. He’d die for that. And I’d make sure it really hurt.

"Toss your guns out," Jonas snapped, raising his chin like he thought he was the man.

My lip peeled back as I did just that, the two pistols on my belt sailing away into the city below. Saint tossed his gun out a beat later and Jonas nodded eagerly.

"Knives too," Jonas added and our blades were quickly tossed out of the helicopter as well, neither of us willing to risk Tatum over a damn weapon. "Now, hold your wrists out."

I bristled as I did what he said and he gingerly reached out to the dead guard closest to him who was slumped in his chair, pulling a pair of thick zip ties from the corpse's pocket and tossing them towards us. He never once took the knife from Tatum's throat, keeping it in place with his other hand.

"Secure your wrists," Jonas snapped, getting cocky now and I was really looking forward to wiping that smug look off of his smarmy face.

We both did as commanded and I used my teeth to pull the zip tie tight around my wrists, though not so tight that I wouldn't be able to escape the hold they had on me. Jonas seemed to realise that and hesitantly moved around the bed, taking the knife from Tatum's throat and pointing it at me as he reached out to yank the zip tie tighter.

He stepped forward to do the same to Saint, but just as he did, Tatum managed to yank her leg free of her restraints and aimed a harsh kick at his back.

Jonas swore, stumbling forward and Saint threw his forehead down onto the bridge of his nose, making him shriek in agony as it shattered and blood spilled.

I charged at him like a raging bull, head down and shoulder catching him straight in the gut, knocking him down beneath me where I fell on him, slamming my bound hands into his face as hard as I could.

The keen sting of his blade swiping across my side sliced into me, but I just bellowed my rage as I hit him again and again.

Saint's heavy boot slammed down on Jonas's hand, immobilising the blade and grinding his fingers beneath his heel as blood poured from Jonas’s face beneath me while he screamed.

I didn't stop hitting, striking him again and again as Tatum yelled encouragement, giving me all the motivation I needed to understand that this motherfucker had done something terrible to her.

Jonas fell still beneath me and Saint dragged me back, the knife now in his hand as he swiftly cut through the zip tie binding my wrists and freed me.

Jonas groaned in agony as he came to and I hauled him to his feet before shoving him towards the open door and the terrifying drop below.

"Nash," Tatum gasped and I glanced over at her where she remained strapped to the hospital gurney. For a moment I thought she might have been about to tell me to spare him, but of course she didn't. She wasn't some frightened girl, scared to kill those who hurt her. She was a queen, and she wanted to command her knight into action. "Make it hurt," she snarled.

I smiled darkly at her, accepting the knife that Saint passed me as Jonas tried to fight against my hold on him, stamping on my feet and throwing elbows back at me. But I ignored every attempt he made and every hurt he caused me, focusing on the idea of our girl suffering and the knowledge that I was about