Precious Angel (Alpha Province #4)(40)

"Get up." He drew back his leg and kicked her hard in the thigh.

Kenzie bit her lip to keep from crying out as pain seared into her  quadricep. Okay, so he was able to inflict pain after all. She quickly  rolled away from him onto her hands and knees, swallowing down the bile  that threatened to come up at the movement. Her head was hurting so bad  and her vision was blurry, but she didn't have time to worry about any  of her aches and pains. She needed to do whatever she could to survive.  Her mates would eventually realize she was missing and come looking for  her.

Would they be able to follow her scent and find her? For the first time in a long time, Kenzie began to pray.

She pushed to her feet and panted as she swayed. Another shiver skated  up her spine when she saw the other three men staring at her. Fear and  cold had her shaking in her boots but when she met the eyes of one man  standing off to the side, her fear quickly turned to terror. He was  eying her body over with lustful possession. He was also holding what  looked like an automatic rifle. There was no way Kenzie was getting out  of this unscathed.

When he took a step toward her and licked his lips, Kenzie took a step back.

"Stay where you are, slut." The guy who'd kicked her was standing right  behind her. He pressed the muzzle of the gun hard into the middle of her  back. She was surrounded with nowhere to go, but there was no way she  was going to let them rape her.

She'd rather die than suffer being used so brutally for her body.

Maybe she could taunt them into killing her.





Jay ran alongside his brothers in panther form, aware of the other  shifters running behind them. His feline was in a killing rage and he  wasn't going to reel him back.

He almost stumbled when he felt terror leach into his heart and soul. It  took him a few moments to work out that he was feeling Kenzie's  emotions. He increased his pace, running faster and harder than he'd  ever run in his life, hoping that they would make it to his mate to save  her.

Her beautiful face flashed into his mind and his emotions warred between  love and fear. He drew a deep breath and pushed his feelings aside. If  he let himself feel, he might end up fucking up. This was a life and  death situation, and everything hinged on him, Jordan, and Jenson to  rescue their woman.

Jay was glad to have so many shifter friends at his back since they had  no idea what they were up against. He hoped there wasn't an army of men  lying in wait ready to pick them off one by one. Although a bullet would  hurt, any wound sustained would heal quickly. That was unless they were  shot in the head or the heart.

His feline sniffed the air and he slowed his pace. He could smell Kenzie  on the breeze as well as smoke from a fire and four other human scents,  but that wasn't all. He could smell weapons.

Jay came to a stop, Jordan and Jenson beside him. Tatum, Rex, and  Shaffer came up beside them, and they all inhaled deeply. Zayn, Karter,  and Jace were behind them. After making sure he was far enough away from  the campsite to change back into his human form without being seen, he  pushed his panther back.

"Zayn, you and your brothers skirt around them and come in from behind,"  Jay ordered. "Tatum, Rex, and Shaffer can come in from the east." He  met the gazes of the Kodiak bear shifters. "Broden, Airen, and Archer  come in from the west. Jenson, Jordan, and I will go in from the front.  They have guns, so be careful.
                       
       
           



       
"Zayn, give everyone a few minutes to get into position and then give  the attack signal." Jay waited for nods of acknowledgment and then  changed back into his panther.

The other shifters took off and he and his brothers stalked closer to the campsite.

It was time to take out these assholes and get his mate back.





"Take your clothes off, cunt." The guy with the gun at her back ordered  and reinforced his command by jabbing the barrel of the weapon into her  spine.

Kenzie stepped to the side and shook her head and immediately wished she  hadn't when pain pierced her skull. She'd just taken a breath to try  and circumvent the pain when she was slapped in the face, hard.

A cry escaped her lips before she could contain it and the agony in her  head was so bad her stomach roiled. She didn't even realize she was down  on her knees, until the cold wet snow soaked into her jeans.

When a cruel brutal hand grabbed her hair, lifted her to her feet, she  reached back, trying to grasp the wrist and alleviate the pain in her  scalp, but she froze when she felt a gun pressing into her skin under  her chin.

She forced her heavy eyelids up and stared into those cold, evil brown eyes. She was staring at her own death.

When another hand tugged at her sweater and ripped it down the middle  she didn't react. Nor when her long-sleeved T-shirt was torn in half.

Kenzie tried to hide in her own mind as she had countless times when her  stepfather had beaten her, but it was too hard. All she saw was Jay's,  Jenson's, and Jordan's smiling faces.

Love and sorrow poured into her heart and soul and she pushed it out  toward her mates, hoping they felt how much she loved them and how sorry  she was that she wasn't going to be able to spend the rest of her life  building their relationship, making love and kids, living a happy life.

All of her dreams had once more been taken away from her in the blink of  an eye. Tears burned her eyes and this time she didn't try and stop  them. Her heart was breaking apart, her soul being ripped in two.

She sobbed when she realized she'd never get to see the loves of her life handsome faces ever again.





Jenson sniffed the air when he heard more paws pounding toward them and  wasn't really surprised to scent the retired FBI agents and Kodiak bear  shifters, Preston, Gabriel, and Liam Louis. The three men had kept to  themselves since they'd relocated to Ambrose, working hard to renovate  the rundown five-bedroom house they'd bought.

They'd also been trying to help out by searching for the Triad leader,  but they'd found zilch. Preston had told them he suspected the Chinese  mafia boss had hired a topnotch IT expert who was hiding the leader's  whereabouts.

Jenson narrowed his eyes as he and his brothers crept closer and closer  toward the camp, thanking his lucky stars that they were panther  shifters with black coats, which helped them to blend in with the night.

When they were no more than twenty yards from the men holding his woman hostage, they stopped.

Jenson stared at his mate, relieved to see her chest rising and falling  as she inhaled and exhaled. Her eyes were closed, and he could scent  blood on her. While he was furious that she was hurt, he was ecstatic  she was alive.

When one of the assholes kicked her after seeing her shiver, rage such  as he'd never known coursed through his veins, his blood. He opened his  mouth to roar out of fury, but quickly snapped his mouth shut when  Jordan nudged his shoulder with his own. He glanced at his brother's cat  and bared his teeth when Jordan shook his head.

He abhorred seeing his mate being hurt but they needed to wait for  Zayn's signal. If he went in too early he'd fuck everything up.

Jenson had to close his eyes and grit his teeth when one of the fuckers  slapped Kenzie across the face, but when he heard material ripping he  opened his eyes again.

Kenzie was shaking with terror and cold, and tears were rolling down her  face. When he saw her breasts were exposed and two of the bastards were  leering at her, he tensed his muscles in readiness. As soon as Zayn  gave the attack signal he was going to rip the bastards' throats out. He  didn't give a shit that the retired feds were nearby. All he cared  about was getting to Kenzie and keeping her safe.





Kenzie was so angry she was shaking. She frowned because she hadn't been  angry until now. She'd been scared and cold and now her heart was  filled with so much fury it was a wonder she wasn't seeing through a  haze of red.

And then she relaxed.

It wasn't her anger she was feeling. It was her mates and they were  close by. She tried to surreptitiously gaze about, and she gasped when  she saw glowing eyes toward the back of the camp. Three sets of light  blue eyes were staring at her. She'd seen one set of those blue eyes  when she'd gone to the store with the other women. If Zayn was here,  then there were probably other shifters nearby, including her mates.                       
       
           



       

Her tears dried up and after sniffing she lowered her head in  subjugation, but on the inside, she was ready for the battle of her  life. If she could somehow get her hands on one of those guns, she might  be able to help her mates and the other shifters take these sick,  perverted fuckers out.





Jordan was so tense he felt as if he was about to explode. He'd watched  his mate being hurt with a dispassion that scared him, but reverting to  the cold soldier was the only way he was going to be able to function  without losing his mind.