God, I hate her. I refuse to stand by for one more second while she continues to insult him.
‘Jade. You’ve got one minute to show your face or I’m coming in to get you.’
I know she means what she says, but surprisingly her words don’t scare me like they usually do. I feel safe with Brock by my side. It’s time for me to stand up to her.
‘I’m not coming back,’ I say, squaring my shoulders and stepping out from behind Brock.
He growls at me, before manoeuvring me behind him again. I try to fight him, but I’m overpowered by his strength.
‘You coward,’ M sneers. ‘I brought you up better than this. Stop hiding and face me, you ungrateful little bitch.’
‘Don’t you dare speak to her like that,’ Brock yells. ‘You brought her up to be a damn hooker, so don’t put on the high-and-mighty act with me. I know exactly what type of person you are.’
‘She was trash when she came to live with me. I alone shaped her into the woman she is today.’
‘I’ve heard enough. The real Jade is nothing like the person you’ve tried to mould her into. The only trash here is you. You’ve mistreated her for the last time. We have nothing more to say to you. Leave my property before I call the police.’ Brock extends his arm, ready to close the door.
‘I don’t think so,’ a male voice says. M’s henchman, Rocco. Shit. He must’ve been standing out of sight, waiting for her to give him the word to pounce. My heart drops into the pit of my stomach. This man is crazy, completely unstable. He’s always frightened me. My gut feeling was right. This isn’t going to end well.
I step out from behind Brock again, and to my horror I find Rocco standing there with a gun aimed at Brock’s head.
‘Come here, you conniving bitch,’ M snarls, tugging me towards her by my hair.
‘Get your fucking hands off her,’ Brock yells, grabbing my arm and trying to manoeuvre me behind him again. I already know it’s useless. He has a gun only inches away from his face. We’ve lost. The thought of her taking me away from here—from him—fills me with dread. She can dish out any physical punishment she likes, but taking me away from Brock is the only thing that will truly hurt. My legs threaten to give way for the second time today.
‘Move and I’ll put a bullet in you,’ Rocco says to Brock.
‘Do whatever he says, Brock,’ I beg. I don’t want any harm to come to him. I know how these people work.
BROCK
I should be concerned that there’s a gun pointed at my head, but I’m not. My only concern in this moment is Jade. The stupid prick doesn’t even know how to hold a gun properly. His finger is resting alongside the barrel instead of hovering over the trigger. I’m grateful for that. It assures me that, whenever I make my move, the gun won’t go off. I just have to bide my time, then this fucker’s going down. I’m highly trained for situations like this.
My eyes are locked on him, but in my peripheral vision I can see Jade being pulled through the doorway by her hair. Rage consumes me. Fuck. I should’ve locked her in my damn room myself. I promised I’d protect her, so I need to act fast.
‘Let me go,’ I hear her whimper as my gaze leaves the gunman’s for a split second. Seeing her being manhandled like this sets off something inside me. My eyes move back to the cocksucker standing before me. He gives me a smug look and I use that as my cue. He may be built like a damn brick wall, but I already know he doesn’t have the brains to go with his brawn. The faster I unhinge this situation, the sooner I can get Jade to safety again.
He’s so busy silently gloating about having the upper hand that he doesn’t even see me make my move until it’s too late. My hand flies up at lightning speed and my fingers tightly grip his wrist. Using all my strength, I bend his arm back until I hear a sickening pop. I know I’ve successfully snapped his wrist when he cries out in pain and the gun goes crashing to the floor with a thud.
‘My arm … my arm,’ I hear the pussy cry as he clutches it to his chest. He’s not so tough now. Without hesitation I retrieve the gun from the floor. He takes a few steps backwards when I point it at his head.
‘You’ve got three seconds to get back in that car before I put a bullet in you,’ I say calmly. I won’t hesitate to shoot this fucker if I have too. ‘One.’ The gutless prick turns on his heel, hastily making his way down the stairs. Smart man. That’s when I turn the gun on M. I could shoot this bitch right now for what she’s done and not have any remorse for my actions. None whatsoever. She is the lowest of low. ‘Let her go, or I won’t hesitate to blow your fucking brains out.’