Page 91 of Savage for You

“Montana!” I hear someone yell, and then it all goes black.

thirty-nine

Rocky

Talon gets the tracking device information to me. Remind me to thank Atlas once this is all over. I’ll be making sure our baby has one of these too.

I'm running like my life depends on it, because Montana is my life and so is our baby. I run into the hotel, and I see this asshole slap my girl across the face then she slides down to the ground, her hand on her cheek as her eyes close.

I see red and I’m running faster than I ever have in my whole life.

“Montana!” I yell out.

This fucker has the nerve to smirk at me and mouth “get fucked” as the elevator door closes. He will not get away with this.

I wait to see which floor the elevator stops at. Thankfully, it's only the fourth floor. I take the stairs two at a time. Once I hit the fourth floor, I yank the stairwell door open as I see him trying to pick her up. He sees me, sets her down and is now trying to close the door, but to his dismay I get there in time.

I punch Dylan in the face, ribs, and basically anywhere I can get hits in. I’m landing blow after blow on his face and body. I have a good two inches on him, and I keep pounding on him with everything I fucking have.

“You really thought you could kidnap my fucking girl and get away with it? Then you have the mother fucking audacity to put your hands on her and think I wouldn’t fuck you up? I should kill you,” I seethe through my clenched jaw.

I keep landing blow after blow on his face. He’s now bloody and limp on the ground where I grab the hand, he hit my girl with and step on it until I hear a crack.

He’s out of it, so I turn around to check on my girl. I need to make sure she’s okay.

“Baby, baby, can you open those pretty eyes for me? Please, Killer.” I caress her cheek.

She opens up those pretty hazel eyes of hers, but I can she’s struggling to keep them open. What the fuck did Addison slip into her drink?

“Rocky,” she manages to croak out.

“Baby, I’m—” But I get cut off.

“Rocky, behind you!” I look over to see Autumn coming out the other elevator.

I turn around and jump up to protect Montana from Dylan. He’s standing near her with a knife in the hand I didn’t break. Blood is dripping from his nose; his left eye is swollen shut from the beating I just gave him. I block Montana from seeing the crazy in his eyes. I will not let him hurt them anymore than they already are.

And then, I see the cops come out of the stairwell.

“Drop the knife. Now,” a cop yells out.

Dylan hesitates for a second, his swollen lip trying to curl up into a sneer, but he drops the knife and puts his one hand up in surrender. The hand I broke is limp at his side.

I turn and drop to my haunches and face my girl again.

She opens her eyes and whispers, “The baby. Please, I need to make sure the baby is okay.” She covers her stomach and groans.

“I need a medic, please! She’s pregnant,” I choke out as tears fall down my face.

Please, God, don’t take our baby away.

Once Dylan is taken into custody, the EMT’s rush in. “I’m going to need you to step back and let us check her out please.”

I’m hesitant to leave her side. My mom comes over and grabs my hand, pulling me so I can let them check her out.

“She’s pregnant. Please make sure they will both be okay,” I reiterate.

My mom looks into my eyes, and then she starts to cry so I pull her into a hug.