Sarah's Seduction by Lora Leigh & Lora Leigh

Author:Lora Leigh & Lora Leigh
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: West 26th Street Press
Published: 2020-07-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Brock wanted to kill when he saw her. She was huddled in the corner of the bedroom, a bloody comforter wrapped around her, surrounded by enough damned men to send his possessive instincts into overdrive.

Her head was lowered, her silken honey-colored hair falling around her, mussed and tangled, stained red on her left shoulder.

“This is how we found her.” Josh stood back as Brock entered the room. “She only shakes her head and cries when we try to treat her, Brock. We have to find out how bad she’s been hurt.”

Brock ignored him. Fury, raw and ripe traveled through his body, made him want to scream out in rage.

“Get a handle, bro. Doc’s on his way here.” Sam laid his hand on Brock’s shoulder warningly. “Cade was calling him as we left the ranch. Just help her pull it together.”

Brock shrugged his hand away.

“Get the fuck out of my way,” he growled at the EMT’s and various deputies huddled around her. “Dammit Josh, why are you letting them crowd her this way?”

Her head came up. Son of a bitch. He was going to kill someone. He could feel the rage traveling through his system, heating his blood. She was white as a sheet, her whisky-colored eyes nearly black with shock, dark circles lying thick beneath them. She was on the verge of hysterical collapse and all the fucking morons around her could do was try to get closer to her.

“Brock?” Husky from her tears, her fear, her voice shattered him.

“Get the hell out of my way.” He pushed at a reluctant EMT, going to his knees in front of her huddled form.

“God, Sarah-love,” he whispered desperately, his hand touching her white cheek. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Bastard shot me.” She tried to smile, but her lips trembled in violent reaction to the attempt.

“Is that all?” His hands went to the comforter at her shoulder, pulling it back enough to see the long, jagged gash in her shoulder.

A flesh wound. He wanted to close his eyes in relief. It looked bad, but it would heal.

“That’s all,” she whispered. “I was under the bed. He shot at the bed. He knew where I was.” The tears were falling down her cheeks now.

“Was it Mark, Sarah?” Brock fought to keep his voice gentle as he moved her hair back to get a better look at the wound.

He knew if Mark had done this to her, the man wouldn’t live out the night.

“No,” she whispered, her eyes flickering to the impatient men behind her.

The thread of wariness in her voice had him narrowing his eyes on her, watching her carefully.

“Who was it, Sarah?” he asked her softly.

“I don’t know.” The helpless fear in her voice had him fighting to contain his rage.

“What do you know, baby?” He knew Josh and Sam were listening carefully.

She did too. He saw it in her face, in that spark of nervousness in her eyes. She looked at him pleadingly. What did she want to hide?

“Sarah?” he questioned her softly.

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