Roughneck
“Stop man, come on. We’ve got to get them free.”
Rage looked like a madman with a heaving chest. There wasn’t one thing about him that didn’t reflect feral. He’d planned to kill him. I shook when his eyes landed on me. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered.
I nodded, not knowing what else to do. Chase grabbed the keys from Denver’s pocket and unchained me. Rage found my lips first, his arms picking me up after he’d taken control of my mouth. I kissed him hungrily, my fingers lacing into the nape of his neck. I’d thought we were going to die a few minutes before, and knowing that he saved me, pulled the chains from the wall to keep anyone from touching me, sent my heart soaring.
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