Royally Chosen Christmas (Royal Sons MC #7) - Elle Boon Page 0,72
the other side of the room. No way was she going out that way since she had no clue where it led. Hiding under the desk was so freaking cliché and it had no out if he came around it. “Think,” she whispered, panic making her heart race with images of him bursting into the room while she raced around the large space that was getting smaller with each second. She noticed the space behind the door would be the only place that she’d have any way of hiding and possibly a chance to get away. Her hands were sweating, making the grip on the bat slippery. A minute ticked by then two. The doorknob turned slowly, and she knew this was it. He’d found her, or he was eliminating the rooms one-by-one. The bat was heavy after holding it up in the same position for so long, and she wondered if she’d even be able to swing it with enough force to hurt him, let alone get her out of the room.
The door didn’t ease open. She was prepared for any situation, keeping her body pressed into the corner so the door would hit the wall. Louis was a psycho, but he was smart. He’d proven that by getting into Scott’s home. She wasn’t going to underestimate him. All she needed to do was stay alive long enough for Scott or someone to realize there was an intruder. She had to believe that was going to happen.
“Fuck, where are you?” he roared. The sound of the belt cracking against something and glass shattering kept her silent. She held her breath, not daring to breathe lest he hear even a whisper of sound.
“When I find you, I’m going to tie you to that bastard’s bed, then I’m going to whip the skin off you before I fuck you. I think I’ll wait until you’re about to take your last breath so you can fill your lungs with me and my scent. Does that turn you on?”
“What turns me on is picturing you with my fist breaking every fucking bone in your face, following that up with pain,” Scott growled.
She whimpered, relief and panic at the thought of what was going to happen between Louis and the man she loved.
“Ah, the little Punta was right there the entire time.” Louis’s voice sounded excited.
“TOO BAD YOU AND I ARE going to be the ones playing though. You talk a big game for a little man, Louie. Come on, you like to scare little girls, but you don’t appear to like to take on men—well I was going to say your own size, but I am way outta your league in more ways than one. How about we even the playing field some?” Hollywood unloaded the clip in the gun he held, making sure the little weasel could see the gun was empty. “See how’s that for evening the field? You still got your little weapon. You feel big enough to play, boy?”
Louis let the belt hang down, the metal hitting on shattered glass beneath him. “Ah, pretty boy, you’re going to wish you’d kept your gun. I’m going to kill you then I’m going to kill your whore. After I finish with the both of you, I’m going to go to your mother’s house and fuck her with your blood on my hands.” He lashed out with the leather, the metal end hitting Scott on the arm.
Scott grimaced but moved further into the room, pushing the empty gun and clip against the door so it would stay open and keep Talena hidden. “Is that all you got, little man?”
When Louis swung again, Scott ducked, lunging forward. The smaller man stumbled backward, swinging his weapon in a wild arc. One of Scott’s favorite vases became a casualty, a shard nicking him in the neck. The next swing he waited and timed, reaching for the belt. He met the other man’s dark gaze as he held the metal clasp and began to pull. Scott smiled a feral flash of his teeth. “You really shouldn’t have come to my home, Louis. In fact, you really shouldn’t have fucked with me and mine.”
By the time the other man was an arm’s length away, he tried to release the belt, but Scott was prepared and wasn’t going to let him get far. He moved forward, striking Louis with the fist wrapped in the belt, blood spraying like a geyser from his shattered nose.