Take (Fury Brothers #4)

The men swiveled at the noise. I saw the guy in charge frown.

He jerked his head. “Watch him. I’ll check it out.”

The other guy nodded.

The leader strode off and disappeared into the trees.

I blew out a breath and lifted the stick. I had one chance to make this work. I braced myself behind the tree and took a deep breath.

I saw the thug kick Lincoln and laugh. The injured man grunted. I gritted my teeth, then charged.

As fast as I could, I came in from behind. I swung the stick and whacked it against the tall thug’s head.

“Ah.” He stumbled and almost tripped. He looked up, but I was already moving.

I swung again, but he grabbed my stick and yanked it out of my hand. Not good.

I spread my feet and got my balance, then I grabbed his arm and the front of his shirt, took a step, and hooked my leg around his. I shifted my weight and knocked him off his feet.

He went down hard on his back.

“Lincoln, get up,” I said.

The man tried, but I could see he was dazed.

The attacker surged up, swung an arm, and punched me in the torso.

Ow. The air rushed out of me, and I nearly fell over.

He sneered, and swung a giant palm at me. He backhanded my face, and my ears rang. I fell to the ground.

He leaned over me.

Shit.

He smirked and took a step closer.

“Take another step, and you’ll regret it.”

I jolted, and the bad guy froze.

Dante Fury, gun in hand and an ice-cold look on his face, emerged from the trees. His gun was trained on the big man.

The thug’s hand moved toward the holstered gun on his hip.

“I’d listen to him.” Reath appeared from nowhere behind the bad guy. He pressed the barrel of his gun to the thug’s neck. “I’d be more than happy to take you down.” Reath had a cold, dangerous look in his eyes. “For hitting her.” His tone was ice.

The man lifted his hands, but then I saw his thighs tighten.

He was going to attack.

I lunged up and grabbed his belt. Then I swiped one of my legs out.

I knocked his legs out from under him and he crashed to the ground.

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REATH