Her Mob Boss (Book Three Of The Brave Series)

5-Buyout

           

 

5-Buyout

 

     He had been keeping an eye on her all damned day and if he couldn't then Chase or Harry would. She was paranoid, and he could tell. She had reason to be after all. No one had ever dared go against him without a severe punishment but with this 'Elena' he didn't want to punish her. Not in his traditional sense anyways. And that screwed with his head, but not as much as the moment she hugged that nerd in front of what he assumed was the boy's house.

      "A-are you growling?" Chase said in over dramatized shock. Rysen rolled his eyes.

      "No, I'm not." He said gruffly, blatantly lying but knowing they weren't going to try to call him out on it.

       Finally, they separated from their annoyingly long hug as a plump woman came out to greet the two and Elena shook this woman's hand with a small smile. A moment later a man came out of the house across the street in a disheveled suit. His facial features screamed furious and he had an oddly crazed look in his eyes.

      The unknown man reached the three people and words were briefly transferred between them. Rysen was about to call it a day and head home when he froze, eyes focused on the death grip the man had on Elena and the look of pure terror on her face as he lead her into the house.

      "Shit." Harry muttered, hopping out of the car first and the other two followed.

     "Harry, take the front door, Chase you get the back." They both nodded and did as they were told while Rysen walked around the back opposite of Chase, looking for a window that he could see them. He reached a window in the back that gave him a view of the kitchen right next to the sliding glass door that Chase stood close to but hidden away. He couldn't see anyone, but he heard it. The distinct sound if skin hitting skin, then.

     "W-what are you doing?" before the sound of pounding footsteps. He saw her then, blasting through the archway that lead to the kitchen, reaching desperately for the door, and she almost reached for it. Almost.

     Rysen saw the man catch up to her, reaching out a gripping her hair so hard she flung backwards.

      "Fuck." Rysen said going to the door. It was partially open but there was a metal rod keeping it from opening all the way. They seemed completely oblivious to Rysen as he tried to open the door.

     "I haven't had some in years now because of you. Since you want to touch other men so easily, I'll have to show you how to do it right." He heard the man say.

      "N-no, please don't." she cried but he punched her jaw, knocking her to the ground once more. Rysen felt a panic rising in him.

      He ripped off her shirt and as she tried to push him away he slammed her head into the ground, becoming damn near lifeless.

     "Shit." Chase said as he tried to help Rysen but the damn door wouldn't budge.

    "Please...stop." She whimpered and Rysen felt his heart tug painfully. He looked around, finding an empty propane tank next to an unused grill. He didn't think as he turned and threw the tank through the glass door, shattering it to pieces.

     "Never." Was the last thing Rysen heard come from the sick bastard's mouth before he slammed his body into him, knocking the half-naked man off Elena and onto the ground. Scrambling up he turned to Elena, her eyes droopy, shirt torn damn near clean off.

     "Who the fuck do you think you are?" the man roared behind Rysen but before the man could take a step forward, Harry slammed him in the back of the head with a frying pan, knocking him out as he fell to the ground. Without a second thought he reached down, draping his leather jacket over her and scooping up the small, dazed woman off the ground. As he looked at her he watched as her eyes closed, and didn't open again, the only sign she was still alive was her unsteady breathing. He looked up to Chase who had a hand in his hair, eyes full of rage and shock.