The Enforcer's Revenge Bride

g, breathing entity. It swallowed the faint glow from the

r skin through her damp clothes, but she welcomed the sharp sensation. It grounded her.

he doorway, blocking the dim em

n was n

avily on his feet. He breathed through his mouth in ragged, noisy gasps. The sour, nauseating stench of che

ck with venom and alcohol. "The Enforcer thinks he can hide

e and letting the air slip out through slightly parted lips. Silence was her greatest a

way earlier. His name was Jax. He was one of the lower-ranki

c scrape echoed

drawn

the blade for a fraction of a second before he stepped ful

to place. The darkn

the stained concrete floor, moving blindly toward the center table. "That was my cut of the cartel deal

he cell she had memorized o

t to her right. The chairs were pushed in. Jax was currently navigating the space bet

incredibly dangerous, but t

along the metal surface of the table sent a screeching echo through

er mind worked with the cold, s

in a fistfight. If he got his hands around her throat, she was dead. She had one ch

ve dark. She listened to h

nce was unnerving him. "Fine

ty air. The blade cut through the dark with a soft, deadly swish. He was

feet. She needed him closer. She needed him

he icy metal of her belt buckle. She un

ough the quiet ro

nstantly. "Th

boots closing the distance in a fraction of a second. She heard his ragged

waited until the very l

the heavy blade downward with all his brute

arc. Jax swung at empty air. The sheer force of his own heavy swi

. She grabbed the tough fabric, planted her back foot, and used eve

irst into the unyi

s his nose shattered against the stone. He let out a muffled

. Survival meant neu

t arm. She locked her hands around his thick wrist. She twisted her body, using her torso as

erblock wall to pin him in place, applying ag

, trying to shake her off. He was much stronger than her,

o break t

d clutching the knife. She braced her own shoulder under his triceps. She took a sharp breath, shut off

bone breaking sounded like

nt underground vault. The heavy hunting knife slipped from his p

d stepped backward, retreating

t, sobbing and cursing into the pitch black space. The smell of f

n. Her hands were shaking, coated in a sticky warmth that did not belong to her.

l thumping sound echoed

ackup generator h

kered violently. It buzzed like an angry swarm of hornets be

Ivy's eyes. She blinked rapidly

is face a mess of crimson blood from his shattered nose. His right arm hung at a sickening

r of the cell had b

framed in t

ypassed his locks. His face was a mask of cold, lethal fury. He had come down to the vault expec

of the Devil's Saint

wept over the room. He looked at the broken, bleeding man writhing

s gaze lock

d. Her chest rose and fell with steady, controlled breaths. She raised her hands slightly,

ok like a woman who needed saving. She loo

id, logical foundation of h

was a dark, dangerous shock. His mind rapidly recalculated everything he thought he knew about t

he was locking a wea

e slowly lowered his weapon. His dark eyes remained fix

onto the concrete. "She broke my arm. The crazy bitch

anding in the center of the light. She had not only proven her innocence rega

the dark rumble of his voice

or's

ragedy but found a warrior instead. How do you think the rest of the club will react when they find out what Ivy did to a patched member? Le