Curse's Claim (Chaos Bleeds)(28)

His woman’s feminine cries and a male’s more masculine words were heard easily in the house.

Going for the stairs, Curse only had one person in mind, Mia. He needed to get her out of here and to safety.

“Leave me alone.” Her scream tore at his soul.

Heart pounding he charged up the stairs. Half way up the steps he heard the unmistakable sound of wood splintering apart.

Mia’s screams got louder. She shouted and begged for someone to leave her alone.

Running the last of the way he charged into the main bedroom then ran into the bathroom. She was fighting, crying as a slender man was tearing at her underwear trying to get them off.

Acting without thinking, Curse tugged the fucker off her, wrapping both of his arms around the guy’s waist and throwing him against the wall.

Ashley and Pussy crashed into the room seconds later.

“Get her out of here, now. Jerry lives close by. Take her to him. I’ll sort this fucker out.”

He waited for them to leave the room.

Dale got to his feet, wiping some blood off his lip. “Are you her keeper?”

Not answering, Curse fisted his hands ready to kill this bastard.

“You’re not answering. I have to say I’m not surprised. She’s such a nice piece of ass. I didn’t believe for a moment that she was alone.” Dale climbed to his feet.

“Your first biggest mistake was thinking you could touch her at all. She’s mine.” Curse faced the other man, waiting for the other man to pounce. The anger inside him was growing. He wanted to kill this man, hurt him for hurting his woman. Before Mia was taken out of his sight he’d already seen the damage done. He’d not seen everything, but he’d seen enough to know this man was living on borrowed fucking time.

“That supposed to scare me?” Dale asked, facing off. “You don’t think I can take you?”

“I’d like to see you try and take me.”

Come on, fucker, lash out. Make the first move.

“She cleans for me, man. Bitch was asking for it.”

Those words were the final straw. Charging at him, Curse landed a blow to Dale’s face, sending him crashing to the floor.

“You wanted to mess with a woman because she could do fuck all about it. Let’s see how you fight a real fucking man.”

Curse landed blow after blow, aiming for the face, ribs, stomach, and everything to hurt him. Grabbing the bastard’s head, he pushed him face first through the shower stall. The glass smashed, but Curse kept on going. The blood was dripping from Dale’s face.

When he was bored of trying to hurt him, he landed punch after punch against the man’s face. In his mind he saw Mia’s uniform hanging off her shoulder. The bruises were already appearing on her face from this bastard’s attack when he sent her away.

“Curse,” Pussy said, shouting his name.

He couldn’t stop. Blow after blow, he fucked up the man’s face.

“You’re going to have to make him stop.” Jerry’s voice penetrated his mind. “The bastard is dead.”

“Curse, stop now!” The final voice belonged to Devil. Curse’s fist was raised ready to land another punch.

Turning to his left he saw Devil, Jerry, Pussy, and a couple of his brothers standing, watching him.

Glancing down before him, he felt nothing about the mess he’d created from his attack. Dale was unrecognizable. Blood soaked the cream blankets, and he climbed off, aware of the wetness coating his clothes. His hands were bruised, covered with a layer of blood.

“He attacked a woman,” Curse said, staring at his crew. They were not looking at him with disgust. Each person was figuring out what they had to do to help him.

“It doesn’t matter, Curse. This guy was going to be dead in a matter of days,” Jerry said. “There’s a target out for his head. The wife and kid were long gone. They’ve been gone for a long time.”

“A target on his head?”

“Yeah, he raped a friend of mine’s girl. When I say friend, I mean proper mafia, don’t fuck off and do as you’re told kind of friend. I was supposed to keep him alive until Frederick was due to arrive next week. This fucker was working for Frederick when he attacked one of his men’s women.” Jerry stared at the mess and pulled out his cell phone. “This is why I only ever offer small fucking favors. Frederick doesn’t give a fuck about anyone, but taking vengeance was an act of business, not sympathy.”

The other man disappeared, and Curse heard him talking in hushed tones.

“I’m sorry, Devil,”

“No, you’re not. If this fucker was attacking Lexie, I’d have done the same.” Devil whistled as he looked at the body. “This reminds me why we rarely stay in the same fucking place. This kind of shit is a nightmare.”