Wild Nights With My Brother’s Ex-Best Friend novel Chapter 95

ROMAN

My mind seems to almost block out the scene before me, filling itself with rage instead, the kind that’s black and blinding.

I race toward Garith, ignoring his men, and slam my fist into his face. When the guys try to stop me, my men intervene, stepping in and allowing me to focus just on Garith Fucking Lowett.

Garith who thinks he could put his hands on my girl and get away with it.

It’s all a blur. I punch him with everything I’ve got, again and again, and the sight of his blood on his face and on my knuckles isn’t even reassuring to me. I don’t stop. Not when the bones on his face start to crack. Not when his nose has turned to absolute mush. Not even when he starts to spit out some of his teeth.

“Roman!”

The sound of Nikki’s voice pulls me out of this trance. I look up and make eye contact with her, and the sight of her frightful face makes me stop. She’s hugging her legs to her knees, and she’s using her hands to cover her intimate parts.

In a room full of fucking men, my baby’s naked.Her eyes are wide and filled with tears. God, she’s always been so fearless. So feisty and confident. So beautifut.

Now, she looks broken and defeated, and I start to feel that way, too. There are also red marks and bruises on her face.

They hit her.

I’m so ashamed-so deeply ashamed -that even looking at her hurts.

This is all my fault.

Standing up, I go to her. At first, I have this fleeting thought that I could ask one of my guys to take her to the car while I finish Garith off, but I can’t let them do that.

Touch her. Put their hands on her when she’s naked and vulnerable.

I scoop her into my arms. I ignore everyone else, and even forget that they’re in the living room with us. She reaches for the lapels of my shirt and studies my face. “I don’t want you to break your hand on that pig’s face.”

“Don’t worry about me,” I murmur before pressing my lips to hers. I’ve got this knot forming in my throat, and if I just let my control slip, I’ll lose myself in all the guilt and anger I feel. “Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry. Did he..”

I can’t bring myself to ask the question. I know what I saw as I walked into the living room.

“No,” she says breathily before kissing me again. “No, hehadn’t touched me. Yet. He wanted to but…it was a close one. I can’t even believe you’re here. Maybe I’m jüst imagining things. Maybe I’m still there.”

Her voice cracks at the end and it’s like a stab to my heart.

“I’m here,” I assure her. We get to the car and I place her in the passenger’s seat. I’m shaking with rage, but | try not to let it show. I know she needs me to be calm and collected, but in my mind, I’m killing Garith over and over again.

I smooth her hair down, then run my fingers lightly down her face. Her left eye is swollen and she has bruises and scratches all over.

Fuck. How could they hurt her like this?

I have to head back in there, but I can’t bear the thought of leaving her alone. The way she’s clinging to me…’m relieved that the bastard hadn’t had the chance to touch her, but I’m so fucking ashamed and furious by what happened that it’s hard for me to look her in the eyes.

“I have to finish this,” I say against her lips. “I’ll be right back, but I have to make sure he’ll never lay a finger on you ever again.”

“Are you in trouble?”

“No,” I lie. I most certainly am, and not because I kicked Garith’s face in. “Don’t worry about anything, alright? I’lL be back. You’ll wait for me here, right?”I remove my blazer and cover her with it as best as I can

Nikki says nothing, but her eyes don’t leave my face as l close the door and head back inside.

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