Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“I swear, she wanted it,” Clement pleads, still trying to tuck his pecker back into his fly. “You know she’s a slut! She had sex with you when she thought you were a hijacker! This is exactly up her alley!”
But that only makes Ranger even more angry. He literally growls then, those broad shoulders flexing as he tosses his weapon aside.
“You fuckers are going to regret doing this for the rest of your lives!” he rages before lunging at them, that massive form moving at light speed. Then I scream because the men are tumbling around the concrete floor, fists flying in a blur as Ranger takes on our antagonists. Oh god, it’s two against one, and Sam and Clement look like they work out too. Maybe their peckers are small, but their muscles bulge from regular exercise. Will Ranger survive? Or were we doomed before this even began?
10
RANGER
Seeing Sydney lying on the dirty floor with a terrified look in those big brown eyes made me angrier than I’ve ever been before in my life. Even worse, Sam and Clement had their cocks out as they brayed and laughed, touching my sweet girl’s secret spots. I watched for a split second as Sydney’s eyes closed, her expression one of indescribable agony and terror.
But now, all hell’s broken loose as I take out my rage on these two assholes. What the fuck do they think they’re doing, stroking my woman like this? Clement’s head flies back as I clock him, and then I punch Sam as well, knocking out a tooth as spittle sprays to the ground in a wet arc.
“Ranger!” Sydney screams, wriggling on the floor now. I want to untie the sweet girl and hold her close, but first things first. These assholes need to learn a lesson because they can’t just stroll off after what they put Sydney through.
Then again, I understand their pain in some ways. After all, it must have hurt to see me walk away from the hijacking experience without a scratch. Of course, I’d been fired, but the TSA decided not to seek criminal charges, meaning that I wasn’t going to go to jail. That must have struck them as flat out wrong, and they’re clearly seething with resentment.
But still, kidnapping Sydney as revenge is not the answer.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” I roar at Sam and Clement. “You assfuckers! You’re going to be licking the floor after I’m done with you.”
With that, the real punishment begins as I throw punches left and right. One connects with Sam’s stomach and another hits Clement’s neck. I can tell by the way he chokes and gags that the breath has been knocked out of him, but I keep going with my barrage, my fists moving so fast that they’re a blur.
These men should have no trouble handling my assault because they’re air marshals who work out a lot. Hell, Clement’s muscles practically have muscles, but the problem is that they’re inebriated at the moment, and I’m surprised the van’s even in one piece outside. Clement sways a bit, clutching his neck while letting out a wet gurgling sound, as Sam tries to strike back. But his fist is so slow that it’s laughable.
“You don’t deserve–” Sam slurs, but I cut him off by punching him right in the mouth. There’s the nasty crack of teeth as blood begins pouring from between his lips. Sam stumbles back, both hands clutching his face.
“Mmmmph!” he screams through the bloody mess. “Woowwhw!”
Who the fuck cares what he’s feeling? If I had more time, I’d rip every one of his teeth straight out his gums, and then his tongue too. Meanwhile, Sam and Clement are quickly tiring. A lot of overly-muscular men are like that. Their physiques are for show, and there’s no real athleticism beneath the layers of heavy muscle. Finally, they back into a corner, panting and gasping, their forms bruised and bloody.
“Enough, enough!” Sam lisps, except it sounds more like, “Ephph, ephph!” given the fact that his teeth are lying in shards all over the ground. Clement is full-on crying, his face crumpled with agony as he sobs over his sorry plight. But I feel no pity for them. After all, they were abusing my sweet girl, and they get what they deserve.
“Shut the fuck up,” I snap in their direction before going to untie Sydney. “Just keep your traps closed.”
Meanwhile, my darling girl is sobbing quietly in a corner away from all the chaos, and my heart clenches upon seeing her huddled form. Quickly, the restraints are off and then she wraps her arms around my neck as I lift her into the air, murmuring words of comfort.
“Shh, sweetheart, you’re safe now,” I whisper. “I’m so sorry this happened, but it will never happen again,” I vow in a rasp. “You are under my protection.”