Chapter 39: Damian

I should be concerned that there’s a gun pointed at my head, but I’m not.

My only concern in this moment is Emily. The stupid prick doesn’t even know how to hold a gun properly.

I scoff.

His finger is resting alongside the barrel instead of hovering over the trigger. I’m grateful for that. It assures me that, whenever I make my move, the gun won’t go off.

I just have to bide my time, then this fucker’s going down. I’m highly trained for situations like this.

My eyes are locked on him, but in my peripheral vision I can see Emily being pulled through the doorway by her hair.

Rage consumes me. Fuck. I should’ve locked her in my damn room myself. I promised I’d protect her, so I need to act as fast as I can.

“Let me go,’ I hear her whimper as my gaze leaves the gunman’s for a split second. Seeing her being manhandled like this sets off something inside me.

My eyes move back to the cocksucker standing before me. He gives me a smug look and I use that as my cue. He may be built lik