Zorro (Reapers MC #16) - Elizabeth Knox Page 0,45

Newsflash, it won’t.

“Darren! What the fuck!?” the remaining kid screams in a bloodcurdling manner. His eyes widen even more and he goes into fight or flight mode. Pulling my arm back I shove it forward and close my fist just before it meets his face. I have no problem fucking this asshole up, and while I might’ve killed his friend far sooner than I thought . . . I’m going to take my time with him and his little friend.

He stumbles back and hits the wall, falls to the ground in a disoriented manner, and blinks rapidly. He turns his head to the left and looks at his friend, with a knife in his throat and blood oozing out. His friend’s eyes are lifeless, unresponsive, and another shriek explodes from this pathetic excuse of a man’s body. I drop down onto my knees and plummet my fists into his face. Left then right, left then right, until all I see is blood and he doesn’t respond at all.

Fuck! I’ve had every intention of taking time with these bastards, but my rage is too much. I’m too furious, too angry for everything Ruby went through. My hands shake with the outrage coursing through my body, knowing the fear she felt, hearing her whimpers and screams in our bed every single night. All I need is to get revenge for everything she endured. I need to right the scale. I need to make sure these men can never hurt another woman like her ever again, and the only way I’ll ever be able to do that is to put them in the ground.

And while part of me wants to string them up by their balls and cut every piece of skin on their bodies, I know it isn’t feasible. Because at the end of the day, even if I take my fuckin’ time with them, they’ll still be breathing . . . and that’s what I don’t want.

I don’t want them to have the opportunity to take a breath, or release one. Not when Ruby struggles to do the most basic of things. She doesn’t talk to me about her fear or her anxiety, but I’m not an idiot. I can see what’s right in front of me, even if she isn’t vocalizing what’s going on. The same way I can see how she feels for me. I fucking love her more than life itself and I know she feels the same way. She was made for me and I know men say shit like that all the time, but honest to God, Ruby was made for me.

She is every speck of brightness that my soul needs when it’s so dark. She’s my only chance at redemption in this life. And I won’t let her slip away, not now, not ever.

The sound of glass breaking causes me to rise to my feet, grab my tackle box, and run in the direction the sound came from. Frost is being pinned down on a dining room table with this fucker’s hands wrapped around her throat. She’s choking through the voice distorter and the man on top of her is laughing.

Emotions take full control of my body and I lunge toward him, crashing him into a China closet. I push his head so far into the closet that the nose of a metal teapot shoves in through his ear and all of a sudden he goes limp, his body slightly jolting before it collapses onto the wooden floors below us.

Frost rises, her chest heaving up and down quickly. “Holy fuck, that was a close one.”

I nod, not able to respond verbally. I need a fuckin’ minute to catch my breath, to process the last five minutes of my fuckin’ life.

“That motherfucker kept talking, I rubbed it in his bitch ass face what we were here for,” Frost heaves through the voice distorter.

“What did they say?” I growl out my question, staring at her fucking mask. The same mask I want to rip off her face and stomp into the ground.

“The rest of them aren’t here, Zorro. They don’t come back until next week.”

“Fuck!” I roar, slamming my fist down on the table.

“Zorro, I’m so fucking sorry.”

Immediately, I shake my head at her words. “This isn’t your fault. It’s only mine. I should’ve thought this through more.” To say I feel like a failure is a drastic understatement.

“No, don’t start giving up now. We have time, Zorro, we have a few more days.”

“It won’t make a