Death Benefits by Monette Michaels

Author:Monette Michaels
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-09-04T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“What the hell do you think you’re doing to my door?” Mistress Nikita yelled as Rob watched her stride into a scene right out of The Shining. All it needed was Jack Nicholson. Instead, the man wielding the ax to one of the third floor room’s doors looked like a genie in Hell’s Angels regalia.

Knowing Mici was on the other side of the damaged door, Rob moved toward the man. Staying out of the ax’s way, Rob asked the man the question upper-most in his mind, “Have you heard anything? Is she still alive?”

The ax man not bothering to stop his chopping replied, “Nope. Can’t say that I have. I followed upstairs pretty quickly. Wasn’t sure that bartender would be able to get anybody to help the little lady.”

“Would you stop hacking the door? I have a key,” Mistress Nikita gritted out as she caught the ax man’s arm on the upswing.

“Well, hell, why didn’t you say so sooner? These solid oak doors are harder than hell to get through.” The ax

man put the blade down and wiped the sweat beaded on his brow.

Nikita swiped the card and was pushed aside as Rob and the ax man moved ahead of her into the room, ladies first not being the rule of the moment.

Rob’s first, and only, concern was Mici. For mere seconds, Rob stood frozen by the sight in front of him. God damn it all to hell. Rob saw red. Grabbing the ax from the man next to him, he pivoted to find the bastard who had violated his woman. The murderous rage which had propelled him up until this moment had been supplanted with a stronger urge-the urge to maim, then kill the man who had abused Mici.

Rob heard the ax man through the blood boiling in his ears. “Hey, buddy, he’s not here. Your woman needs you.”

Reining in his anger, he took a few cleansing breaths, then nodded and released the ax. He had to calm down before he touched Mici-had to make sure that no more evil emotions touched her ever again, including his.

She had suffered enough.

Ready now, he called out in a voice he hoped was soothing, “Mici, sweetheart speak to me.”

Moving to Mici’s side, he covered her with one of the velvet drapes he ripped from the bed. Then, murmuring calming nonsense words, he frantically unbuckled the restraints which held her. When she was released from the extreme position, he got scared all over again when she didn’t move or make a sound-not even a whimper.

“Baby … Where are you hurt?”

Dumb, Rob, really dumb. Her back was bruised and inflamed from where the bastard had beat her. No cuts, thank God. There shouldn’t be any scarring-not like Eric had-but the bruises would take a long time to reabsorb. Nerve damage? Only time would tell on that.

Gently, Rob ran his hands up and down her limbs-checking for swelling that could possibly indicate breaks or sprains. As he conducted his examination, Mici started to move. She moaned and whimpered trying to get away from his touch.

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