Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 334

KESTER.

Cole went ahead to explain how they were on their way back home when Kasmine saw Claire across the road.

How she asked to go talk to her.

How he stayed behind in the goddamn car while my pregnant mate walked off on her own.

How someone came out of nowhere and fired a fucking gain

How the bullet hit Claire and Kasmine screamed.

How he finally jumped out, too late, and tackled Kasmine out of the way.

How she almost got caught in the crossfire because he was too damn dumb and careless.

I just stared at him. My head was throbbing.

Didn't I tell him to keep her safe with his life? Didn't I tell him that no matter what happened, no detours? Didn't I...

He fucked it up.

Bad.

I took a deep breath, just to keep myself from punching a hole through the wall.

Then I looked down at Kasmine.

"Baby, come," I whispered, shifting gears fast as I gently guided her to the waiting couch just to our left. She was still crying, wiping at her cheeks with trembling hands.

I could still feel the panic shaking off her in waves. She was so shaken that I could barely watch.

Thank fuck, the hallway was mostly empty. A few nurses passed by, but no one hung around.

eyes watching

down gently,

her, held her face in my hands, and kissed her forehead.

stood up slowly,

see it

front of me like a sorry-ass statue, and the next, my fist

blood spraying from his mouth as he crashed into the wall behind him and

her feet. Her voice trembled, but it

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could see

Kasmine scream my

was already on him.

of his shirt and

I snarled between each hit.

Another punch.

were supposed to protect

collar of his shirt, but didn't stop. I couldn't stop, even if I wanted to. Something inside me had snapped

the pool of her own blood, on that road, alone,

could think was, what if she had died? What if I'd never gotten to hold her again? Never smelled

out. Another was yelling something from down the corridor,

blood now, and still, I drove another punch into

but I

She didn't understand.

left

almost got her

She could've died.

again, barely feeling my own skin split from the force of my rage, until

stop! Please,

me, her hands cupping my face with desperate tenderness, guiding

And that did it.

me. And just like that,