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Drake
It took a few minutes to realize where I was. Fucking hell. The posttraumatic stress had triggered an episode again. I’d come into the library when I’d heard Mrs. Johnson, Leonard, and Belle’s laughter filtering through the estate. Belle might have hated me, but she was warming up quickly to the two people I trusted and cared about most in the world. At least that was a start. Or it would have been except for the fact that I’d scared her. The sight of that damn Purple Heart, the fucking thing I’d tried so hard to bury but couldn’t goddamn part with had flipped me out. I’d been out of the service for close to fifteen years, since I’d been wounded in Iraq.
I hadn’t come to see my footlocker in over a decade.
But she had pried it open and seen that side of me, that part that was once honorable and noble, so in control and truly together. I hadn’t been that man in a long time, although I tried everything to be him—-worked to keep control with my chosen lifestyle, presented the right playboy image for the media, and hid everything I could from any prying paparazzi eyes.
Yet Belle had brought it out again, and it had been like a switch was flipped, and I’d screamed at her.
“Fuck!” I shouted, shaking my head and rushing out into the library. “Shit.”
Mrs. Johnson shook her head. “You should watch your language.”
Leonard glared at me. “Did you know that Belle just took out of here in your car?”
“I can trace that; there’s a GPS in every single one. Which was it?” I asked, pulling out my phone to log into the app I’d need.
“The Audi,” Leonard said. “What did you do, sir? I warned you that if you hurt that poor girl I’d do my best to whoop your butt. Do I have to do that?”
“Leonard!” Mrs. Johnson chided. “I’m not thrilled with how he treated Belle either. It was cruel.”
A cold chill slid up my spine. I worked so hard to hide from that part of myself, from the damaged side that trauma and the flashbacks brought out. It happened so rarely—hadn’t in over two years—that I’d thought it was finally gone, that I’d learned enough control.
I’d been a fucking moron.
“I’ll fix it. I just need to find her. The town around here isn’t that big and, of course, she’s at the market by the harbor.” I hurried across the threshold and toward the garage. My fastest car, a Lamborghini Murciélago, would do quite well for rushing in to apologize. A hand reached out and grabbed my arm. I expected it to be Leonard’s but it didn’t feel large or rough enough. I frowned back at Mrs. Johnson. “What?”
“You need to take care of her. I don’t know what you did at dinner or why you yelled at her, but you treat her better or Leonard and I will arrange for her to go home tomorrow and we’ll tell Mr. Fontaine everything about why you really need the merger.”
“If I hurt her again, Penelope, I’ll call him myself and beg for forgiveness.”
The next half hour was a blur of frustration as I roared down the winding, rocky roads of the island. There were no cruises coming in before noon, so she couldn’t leave, but the port wasn’t safe at night. There were all sorts of predators there, and men who would do awful things to a woman alone in the wee hours of the night. Belle didn’t know what she was getting herself into and the longer I waited to find her, the greater the odds that someone awful would first. I pulled up to the bigger tourist bar in town, parking right next to the Audi she’d taken. Then I hauled ass into the bar.
The bar that had no trace of her, even if it still had my car parked in the lot.
Wasting no time, I rushed to the hostess. “Have you seen a girl come in here? Maybe an hour ago or less. She’d have brown hair and blue eyes.”
The hostess nodded. “Yeah, she pissed Tanya off ‘cause she only ordered water. Three college-type white boys came in and just sweet talked her out of here with a drink. I’d say maybe about five minutes ago. Just missed her.”
I nodded and pulled out a hundred for her time and for the lack of tip for her friend, and then rushed back out to the parking lot. I still didn’t see her, but then I heard it. A deafening shriek from behind the dumpster.
Blood roared in my veins, and everything became resoundingly clear. Belle is mine.
I had to protect her.
Running behind the dumpster, I found her in the grip of a larger man with dark hair as two others snickered at his side. He was trying to paw up the hem of her shirt, and that’s when I saw red. My fist lashed out, and I connected hard with his jaw. It was gratifying to hear the crunch of bone beneath my knuckles. And that animal inside, that anger and hate I shoved down all the time and had since I’d come back, broke loose. The large guy turned to me and took a swing. With a fierce stomp down, I crunched his right kneecap, sending him falling to the gravel beneath us. Then the other two idiots tried to jump me at once. A quick slam of my palm flat into the redhead’s throat sent him gasping for air and rolling onto his side. The final asshole, the dick with the stupid hat, got in a solid punch to my nose and I hissed when blood started to pour from it. I wasn’t sure if it was broken, but it hurt like a motherfucker.
That did it.
No one fucking messed with me, especially not some rapist asshole who’d almost hurt the woman I cared about.
I pulled my fist back and slammed it hard into his solar plexus, the air forced from his lungs. He doubled over as I brought my knee up hard into his nose, crunching and distorting as it broke. I was only getting warmed up, and started pounding my fist against his face, his blood slick under my knuckles. His eyes, his nose, his temple. It didn’t matter. This fucker had hurt Belle.
He had to go.
He was moaning under me, gurgling underneath me but no longer really fighting back. My fist was sore from hitting, but none of that mattered; the only thing I cared about was that he’d hurt my princess, and now he had to pay.
A soft hand was on my shoulder, and then I turned to see Belle crying. “Let it go. The cops will be here eventually, and I just want to go. Please, Drake, can we go home?”
I stood, forcing the animal inside away again, forcing myself to push the hate away. It still burned under my skin and through every nerve, but I had bigger things to do. Offering Belle as kind a smile as I could, hoping she understood that she could trust me, I draped my arm over her shoulders and pulled her in close to me. “I agree, princess. Let’s go home.”