Free Hunted by Capri Montgomery

about your owning responsibility for things you shouldn’t own responsibility for. He brushed his thumb over her cheek, wiping away another fallen tear. “I’ll be okay. You just stay here and let Riggs keep you safe while I’m gone.”
     
    “I will be here when you get back, Keadon.”
     
    “Good to know,” he leaned in and took one more taste of her sweet lips. It took everything within him to remember he had a mission and he couldn’t stay there kissing her all day no matter how much he wanted to. He had wasted too much time avoiding his feelings for her. He shouldn’t have done that, but he couldn’t change the past. He could only change the present and prepare for a future with her. The only way to safely have that future would be to remove the threat that hunted her. He would keep her safe. He would ensure that she had her freedom back. This Jason Porter and the men he brought with him would not terrorize Debbie any longer. Before they were only going up against a woman who couldn’t defend herself, but now they were going up against the Myers and between his brother and himself, these men were not going to be the victor in this battle. Jason was not going to reclaim Debbie and Debbie was not going to have to run away again. His mission, which he fully accepted, was to rid the world of one rat-bastard Jason Porter by any means necessary.
     
    Chapter Six
     
    Keadon watched as two men dragged Old Man Thompson into the house. Old Man Thompson was another former military man—Navy all the way he always said. He had been in torture camps in Vietnam before escaping and he had never cracked. Keadon knew he wouldn’t now, not that he had exact information on Debbie-s whereabouts, but it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out Keadon would take her in to protect her. They all, any who had been military or spent any time getting to know him, knew he was a man who didn’t take lightly to relatively innocent people being hurt.
     
    Keadon made sure the area was clear before getting up from his spot behind the trees and making his way toward the house. If those men wanted a fight they could fight him instead of an old man.
     
    Carefully and quietly he snuck into the home via the back door. He could see the short fat one gearing up to put a beating on the old man. “Tell us where she is!” He pulled his belt from the loops and wound the end around his hand, leaving the buckle in prime position to hit the target.
     
    “Go to hell,” Old Man Thompson snarled.
     
    “Maybe this will help you speak old man.” He drew back his hand to hit him and Keadon caught his wrist.
     
    “Why don’t you try that on somebody who can give you a fight.” His calm voice did not betray his rage. He retracted one hand, balled the other into a fist and hit the blond hard enough to knock him out. He was going to mourn the loss of the fight, but the other one, the tall skinny bald headed guy came at him and gave him a fight—not a good one, but good enough to make Keadon have to do a few quick maneuvers to avoid taking a hit himself.
     
    By the time he was done with them he tied both men up. “They give you any trouble when they wake up, just shoot them.” He pointed to the guns he took off the bad guys.
     
    “Got it,” he nodded. “They’re going after her, Keadon. I heard the other men say they were going to cover the other side of the town and you know who lives over there. If he talks and tells them you’re the one who scared that other guy off then they’ll know to go to your place. How many of them are left?”
     
    Keadon did a mental count. “I took out fourteen already. Some of them lived; some of them went to meet their maker in hell.”
     
    “Good. Take out the rest of them. Give that girl some peace.”
     
    Keadon nodded. “I better get back home and make sure I get her some place safe.” He had been gone for nearly nine hours. It was going to be dark soon and while he could keep himself safe in the