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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] with me. Kyle, please put the gun down. Brit s voice broke. Please? I ll go. Just don t hurt anyone. When hell freezes over, River thought. No way is Brit leaving with that lunatic. His fingers reached the curve of the mattress and slid around it, feeling between it and the bed frame. He touched metal and wrapped his fingers around it. He hoped Drake had heard Kyle yelling and had woken. Did you think I d ever let you go? Kyle trained the gun on Brit. I ll see you dead. How many damn times do I have to tell you that before you believe it? Brit tried to move away from River so he reached out, gripped her hip, and pulled her back, holding her where she lay. Her body felt so tense he worried that he d hurt her when he forced her to hold still. She shook under his hand, letting him know just how terrified her ex made her. Let my wife go, you son of a bitch. Kyle moved the gun toward River. I ll kill you. You fucked my wife. River eased out of bed slowly, using the pillow to hide his hand. He opened his mouth to distract Kyle. He needed to keep Kyle s gun trained on him and not Brit. I did. Best fuck ever, Kyle. She s so damn hot I ve probably got second degree burns from her mouth. From the corner of his vision, River saw Brit turn her head to gape at him but he didn t spare her a glance. Kyle s face turned red, anger making him jerk the gun higher. River hoped like hell the guy was drunk enough to affect his reflexes. He gauged the distance between the barrel and himself. What? Kyle gasped. You heard me. Damn, man. She gives the best head I ever had in my life and she s tighter than a damn fist. I guess with you locked up nobody has been tapping that ass until I did. River stepped away from the bed, moving so Brit was further away and definitely safe from being shot. I heard you have a thing for fucking her in front of people. Want to watch me screw your wife? You re dead, Kyle screamed and raised the gun higher to shoot River. River dived for the floor, putting even more space between him and Brit, and both arms went up. The sound of gunfire and the blast from the shotgun were deafening in the bedroom. River hit the floor hard, still firing, and watched as the other man jerked backward. * * * * * 104 Raine on Me Brit screamed as Kyle fired the shotgun at River. Explosive sounds ripped through her ears painfully and the muzzle of the gun flared brightly. Repeated loud blasts shattered through the room in rapid succession. She stared wide-eyed as Kyle was thrown back from the kick of the gun, his back hitting the wall by the door, and she saw him jerk a few times. His mouth opened and the weapon he held clattered to the floor. His head turned and his stunned, drunken gaze met hers. She saw shock there, his green eyes unusually wide, and then she looked down. Red bloomed on his chest in four places. It spread quickly down his blue shirt to the waist of his dark-gray slacks. She saw more blood spreading on his thigh from another wound and it sank in then that somehow he d been shot repeatedly. He sank slowly to the floor. Britney. She wasn t sure how she moved, shock probably should have held her immobile, but she got to her feet. Kyle stared at her, one hand reaching out for her, and she inched closer, shaking badly. She bent when she got close. Her gaze flickered over his blood, which was spreading on the floor where he sat. Her shaking hand avoided his and instead grabbed the shotgun he d dropped. Brit backed away, straightened, and threw the gun at the bed where it landed harmlessly on the soft mattress. She turned, afraid to see River, and prayed at the same time that he wasn t dying. He lay on the floor, his naked body stretched out, arms upward holding a handgun in both his hands. Their gazes met. River? She whispered his name. He cleared his throat and moved, struggling to push himself up while still holding the gun. I m okay. River! The male shout came from the hallway and heavy footfalls pounded on wood. Brit jerked her head to the side and watched as a fully dressed Drake nearly skidded past the doorway. He was a little out of breath, his leather jacket snagged on the doorjamb, and then he stepped inside. He looked down at Kyle, saw the blood and his normally tan face paled drastically. His head lifted and he sought out his brother. I m okay. His aim was high, he missed. River climbed to his feet. I didn t. Brit swayed a little, seeing for herself that River s body didn t have any holes in it. His knees and elbows were a little red, so was his hipbone on one side, but he wasn t bleeding. She stumbled toward him and he stepped forward, releasing the gun with one hand, stretching his other arm back so the gun was far from her, pointing at the floor. Brit? Are you all right? She lunged, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and clung. River was alive. She d thought Kyle had shot him. The words he d spoken to her ex-husband had stunned and horrified her but she d known at that moment he d done and said what he had to draw Kyle s gun away from her. 105 Laurann Dohner She nodded, holding onto him tighter. Yes. H-help, Kyle rasped, his voice gravelly with pain. Call an ambulance. You shot me. River wrapped an arm tightly around Brit s waist, holding her back. Fuck you. Drake softly cursed. I ll call for help. Let him bleed out. River s voice sounded stone cold. He meant to kill me and he came here after Brit. The silence in the room was absolute until Kyle broke it. You can t d-do that. You can t let me& die. Do you know who He coughed, blood speckling his chin. Who I am? You re an asshole who abused Brit. Britney? Kyle gasped. Do something. C-call for help. She shivered from shock and feeling cold deep inside. Turning her head, she stared at her ex-husband. He d stalked her, abused her, drugged her, and done horrible things to her. Go to hell. Drake cursed. I m calling. Let s keep this legal. Let him die. It s the only way she ll ever be safe from that animal. River gently released Brit and moved toward the dresser, limping slightly from his bad knee. I m getting you something to wear, baby. She stood there shaking and it only dawned then that she and River were totally naked. She didn t feel embarrassment though, that being the least of her emotional turmoil. Her gaze turned to Drake and watched him stride across the room to the bedside table. He picked up the phone, punched in three numbers, and then took a deep breath. We had an intruder at the Raine Ranch. He came after his ex-wife who has been [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |