I’m sure he’s done this before with a uniform on, and the person probably dropped quickly to their knees.
But that shit ain’t happening here.
“Oh my god!” Sophia screams as she steps around me. “Trent, what the hell are you doing?!”
“Stay out of this, Sophia, dammit!” Trent yells right back while stupidly taking his eyes off his target.
Moving my hand up, I grab his wrist and yank down and forward. Then I pull it under my armpit and slam my other hand under his elbow.
There’s a nasty loud popping noise quickly followed by a gut-wrenching screech of pain.
Trent drops to the ground, clutching his now broken elbow.
Stupid fucker never identified himself as a cop, was on private property, and had a deadly weapon pointed at my head. Not a damn prosecutor in the state would try to charge me. Especially since we own just about every single one of them.
And the ones we don’t own know to not fuck with us.
Frozen in shock, Sophia stares at me with wide eyes.
Shrugging my shoulders at the look on her face, I say, “Get Mitzy and Fluffers, and grab my bag. We’re leaving right now.”
Nodding her head, she swallows and doesn’t even argue with me.
Thank the fucking Devil.
Squatting down next to Trent, I stare at him for a moment before I slam my fist into the side of his mouth.
His head whips to the side before he looks up at me, quietly whimpering.
“Now normally I would go into some long diatribe about how you should pay more attention to who you’re fucking with… But I bet you know exactly who you’re fucking with. Or you will,” I say quietly.
“I’ll… I’ll fucking kill you, asshole,” he says, trying to sound hard and threatening.
It sounds a lot like whining to my fucking ears.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I grin at him. “Heard that before, and you won’t. So listen up, douche. Go fuck off somewhere else. Stay the fuck away from my girl, and stay the fuck on the right side of things.”
Reaching over him, I grab his gun as I stand up from the ground. He scrambles to reach it first, but I’m quicker and smarter than him.
Tucking the pistol in the front of my pants, I laugh at him. “I’ve got your department-issued gun, I bet, and that means I’ve got your firing pin. That should be an interesting conversation with your superiors. Though I doubt you’re dumb enough to tell them who has it.”
“Give it back, you motherfucker,” he demands as he slowly stands up, carefully cradling his broken elbow.
“Make me,” I say before launching a good kick between his legs.
I’d trot around the front yard and shout, “Goal!” if I didn’t think Sophia would kill me.
As it is, I hear her gasp behind me as Trent falls to the ground a second time today.
“James—” she starts to say before I shake my head at her.
“In the car. Will Fluffers flip out if we put a seatbelt on her?”
“What?”
She blinks at me, and I think I might have broken her beautiful mind a little bit.
“Never mind, we’ll figure it out.”
We’re almost thirty minutes into our drive when Sophia finally speaks.
“What… what did you do to him?” she asks.
I turn my head so I can fully look at her for a moment and see that she’s got Mitzy and Fluffers both bound up tight in her arms. Her eyes are still wide, and I think the realization of what just happened is finally dawning on her.
Did she just fuck a psychopath? Is she safe from me?
“I made sure he had enough incentive to stay away,” I say quietly before turning my eyes back to the road.
We’re almost home thankfully, and home is where I can keep her safe.
I’m pretty sure the guys who were patrolling around her neighborhood were trying to follow us out. My guys didn’t let it happen. But still… the longer we’re out in the world, the more likely they are to find us.
“But you…” she trails off, unable to finish.
I give her a small smile. “Sweetheart, he had a gun to my head.”
She tries to say something, her mouth opening and closing, but I don’t think her mind is done fully processing the violence she witnessed. I figure after her kidnapping she’s probably got some PTSD. You can’t go through the shit she did with the Russians and not come out fucked up.
What she just saw me do to Trent was probably bad for her…
But it was nothing compared to what I really wanted to do to the fucker.
Had we not been at her house, in plain sight of the whole world, I more than likely would have neutered the little bitch for daring to show up at my woman’s house.
Now that I think about it… I probably should have tossed the fucker in the trunk of my car.