Promises Prevail (The Promise Series) (39 page)

“Won’t be the first time.”

Jenna’s muscles burned with agony. She couldn’t hold the gun much longer. She turned the gun on Asa.

“Don’t make me do this.”

He kept coming.

“Miz McKinnely, I’ve survived this long by knowing when someone’s going to pull the trigger.” He reached forward. “And when they’re not.”

He was right. She couldn’t kill him. She couldn’t avoid this that way. It didn’t make her any less determined to avoid it. She turned the muzzle toward her chest and closed her eyes.

Asa’s, “Son of a bitch!” coincided with Cougar’s succinct, “Fuck!”

She pulled the trigger. In the instant her finger met resistance, her arm was slammed up and back into the wall and a force hit her in the stomach just as a loud explosion detonated by her left ear. The gun tore out of her hand and there was another earsplitting explosion before she was tossed up and around.

There was a terrible growling, some more swearing. She opened her eyes, receiving a brief impression of the door and then the ceiling before she landed with a bone-jarring thud on top of someone.

She tried to turn, but couldn’t.

“You got her?” Cougar asked.

From beneath her, Asa grunted, “Yeah.”

“She hurt?” Metal clanking against metal punctuated the words.

“Don’t think so.” His arms tightened around her.

Oh God, she’d failed. Failed. She slammed her head back into Asa’s rock-solid chest and screamed a protest against the unfairness of it all. Of the cruelty of knowing what was to come and the agony of having to endure it again. Screaming again as the terror rolled over her, keeping it up because at least it was something, no matter how ineffective—something she could do. As she screamed she dug her nails into the hands wrapped around her torso and upper arms and raked hard, slamming her head back, trying to hit Asa in the face, kicking with her feet, desperately searching for a soft spot to hurt him. It wasn’t happening again. Not again. Not again.

* * * * *

Clint rode into the yard, his cock and his thoughts full of the next few hours with Jenna. She’d come so far in the last few days, losing some of that ingrained submissiveness and gaining a little confidence. Even had almost challenged him when he slid those little balls into that sweet pussy. He licked his lips. His muscles tightened with the memory of her delicate, musky flavor. His cock throbbed and jerked. Damn, he could come just from the taste of her.

He pulled Ornery to the hitching post in front of the barn. He noted Cougar’s big black and Asa’s buckskin in the corral. And sighed. He’d forgotten about inviting them over.

He’d just have to wait a little longer to play. Jackson nodded from where he was dumping fresh water into the trough for the two horses.

“Everything all right?”

Jackson nodded. “Cougar and Asa went up to the house about five minutes ago.”

“Anything else?”

“With the exception that I’d like to take that roan off your hands, no.”

Clint returned the other man’s smile. “Not a chance.”

“Figured you’d say that.”

“So why do I get the impression you’ll be back?”

Jackson’s teeth flashed white in the shadow from the brim of his hat. “Probably because I haven’t got what I want yet.”

Clint chuckled. “Heard you could be difficult that way.”

He lifted the reins over Ornery’s head, “Could you cool him down for me?”

“Sure.” Again that smile. “I’ll just add it to your bill.”

Clint shook his head. “You can’t run a bill up high enough to get that roan.”

Jackson took the reins from his hands. “Can’t blame a man for trying.”

Clint pushed his hat back. “Don’t suppose I can.”

A shot shattered the morning quiet. Clint was running for the house before the second one rang out, hot on the heels of the first, a woman’s terrified scream echoing in the reverberations. Danny’s wild barking punctuated the shrill cry.

Clint bit back his instinct to yell for Jenna, knowing that alerting anyone to his presence could cost her life. Instead, he ran harder, pulling his gun as he went, the two hundred feet between him and the house seeming like miles.

He pulled up short on the porch, staying to the left of the door. Two cautious steps and he flattened himself against the wall. He reached around Danny’s big body, using the dog’s noise to cover the sound of the door opening. As soon as the door cracked, Danny burst forward with a feral snarl. The door slammed against the wall. A man cursed a blue streak and Danny’s snarls turned to battle cries. Clint sprang into the doorway ready to fire, but jerked his arm up at the sight that greeted him.

Cougar was dragging Danny away from Asa who lay on the floor, his long legs and arms wrapped around Jenna who struggled atop him. She yanked her head back, and screamed again—the kind he’d heard before during her nightmares. The kind that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

He holstered his gun. “What the hell is going on?”

“Son of a bitch!” Asa swore as Jenna’s head hit his chin.

“Get your wife and your dog under control,” Cougar snapped.

Clint motioned Danny off. The dog dropped to an uneasy sit. Clint knelt and grabbed Jenna’s arms, pulling her into his chest, falling back against the opposite wall as Asa pushed her toward him.

He expected her to stop fighting. She didn’t. Her fingers curved into claws and headed for his face while mutters of “No, no, no” fell incessantly from her lips.

“It’s Clint, baby. Calm down.”

He blocked her hands with his forearm, pressing them against her chest. She twisted her head and sank her teeth into his biceps.

He cast a quick glance at Cougar while yanking his arm free of her teeth. “What in hell did you two do to her?”

“Not a goddamned thing,” Cougar stated flatly.

Danny’s snarls dropped to whines. Cougar let him go. He immediately laid his big head on top of Jenna’s thrashing one, drool sliding into her hair. She didn’t even seem to notice. Clint pulled her closer. Pressing her head to his chest, wincing when she immediately bit.

Asa got up from the floor, his gray eyes staring at Jenna with a mixture of pity and concern.

“We came in. She seemed a bit nervous but civil. I made some comment about you inviting us to play,” he waved his hand toward the barn, visible through the window, “with that mustang you’ve been trying to break and she went loco.”

“She lost it over breaking a mustang?” Clint controlled Jenna’s thrashing by pinning her arms to her sides with his. Her tears soaked his shoulder as she struggled against his hold, her teeth biting deeper.

Cougar stepped closer, his moccasins making no sound, his golden gaze considering, a grim set to his mouth.

“Actually, I think all he said was that you had invited us over to play,” Cougar clarified.

It’s damn fun playing with you
. The words he’d said to Jenna last night rang in his mind. He thought of her past, and realized how Cougar’s greeting might have struck her.

Ah, shit! Shit! Shit!

“I heard shots,” he finally said, guilt tearing a hole in his chest bigger than Jenna’s teeth could ever hope to.

Asa rubbed his bruised chin, his eyes meeting his with the forthrightness Clint appreciated in the man. “She turned the gun on herself, Clint.”

“Son of a bitch.”

The heavy weight of Cougar’s hand on his shoulder was welcome. Clint met his cousin’s gaze. They’d seen this reaction before. In other women. Women who’d been raped. Women they’d tried to bring home to their families. That it was his Jenna going through it made him want to rage. Instead, he fought for calm. Jenna needed that more than she needed his anger.

Jenna’s breath was coming in harsh, erratic gasps. Her ribs heaving under his hands as she struggled for air. In the other room, he noted Bri’s cries. He bent his head to murmur in Jenna’s ear, keeping his voice mellow and soothing.

“Jenna, baby, you’ve got to calm down. You’re scaring Button.”

He might as well have been talking to the wall. The fury he normally kept contained threatened to break free.

Asa knelt beside him. He reached around Jenna and handed Clint’s revolver to Cougar.

“No need for repeats.”

He didn’t immediately stand like Clint expected him to. Instead he caught Jenna’s chin in his hand, freeing her teeth from Clint’s flesh, and turning her face to his. His expression was devoid of its normal humor as he said to her, with deadly quiet, “When you get to feeling better, you tell me their names, and I’ll take care of it.”

Apparently Asa had seen his share of broken women, too.

Clint didn’t know if Jenna heard over her breathing and the lingering panic, but when Asa let go of her chin she didn’t look away. Then she slowly shook her head.

“No.”

“It will be settled,” Cougar said, stepping into Jenna’s line of vision. The same lethal purpose surrounded him that surrounded Asa. Hell…was probably surrounding himself, as well.

From the door, Jackson spoke up. “I’d be happy to tag along.”

In his arms, Jenna became even stiffer. Christ, did she think they wouldn’t put it together?

“When the time comes,” Clint said, putting all doubts to rest, “I’ll be settling the accounts.”

Jenna buried her face in his throat, her breath heating his skin but not touching the coldness in his soul. In the other room, Bri’s screams rose in volume.

“Not alone, you won’t,” Cougar stated implacably.

“It’s not your problem,” Clint pointed out.

Asa put his hands on his knees and stood, his eyes never leaving Jenna. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m making it mine.”

“Yup,” Jackson agreed.

“That pretty much makes it a done deal.” Cougar jerked his chin in the direction of the kitchen. His long hair flowed over his shoulder and chest as he turned. “I’m going to see to Tidbit while you two get things settled.”

“Bring her out to watch us play with that mustang,” Asa suggested, motioning Jackson ahead of him out the door.

“Will do.” Cougar paused at the kitchen door, turned and came back, his eyes a dark gold and his expression serious. He stopped and motioned to Jenna. Clint gave his permission with a nod.

Cougar squatted down. Jenna tensed. Cougar placed his large hand on the back of her head, his skin looking very dark against the bright blonde of her hair.

“You tell Clint what happened, Jenna. You tell him everything, and then you let it go.”

The shake of Jenna’s head was almost imperceptible. Clint barely felt it against his neck.

“Whatever it is, Jenna,” Clint said, stroking his hand up her back, “it’s not going to matter to me.” He touched his finger to her cheek. “I just want you, Sunshine. Anyway I can get you.”

Cougar pulled back, his eyes reflecting the sadness that didn’t reach his voice. “You need to trust that Clint will handle the men who hurt you. You need to trust that he won’t allow you to be taken from him.”