Chapter 96

Dark, empty. Bed mussed. Shit. The sounds of a struggle through the bathroom made him whip his head around. It was coming from behind the closed door inside the bathroom. The closet?

If the son of a bitch had harmed a hair on Kimber’s head, he’d be eating for the rest of his life through a straw—after just the first punch. If Deke got in a second one…the fucker would have no need for a straw—or food—period.

Creeping toward the closed door, Deke tried to listen. He didn’t want to endanger Kimber by jumping in like an idiot.

“Put the baseball bat down,” growled the man. “I don’t want to cause you pain.” Whoosh. Thud. Grunt.

“Bitch! That hurt.”

Kimber had nailed him. Good. The bastard wasn’t at his best, and she was still alive. All good news. Deke knew he might not ultimately win her, but he could goddamn save her.

Suddenly, Kimber cried out.

“Damn you, die like a good girl.”

“No! ” Her terror dripped down the walls and slashed at Deke’s