He pushed open door after door until he came to the stairwell at the end of the hallway. He interrupted several paying clients getting their rocks off. He didn’t care. They should be fucking ashamed of taking advantage of these women.
Janet was one of them. They might have- used her like that.
He couldn't hold it back any longer. He screamed.
"JANET!!!"
Everybody stopped at the guttural bellow that emanated from his gut. For a long moment everything seemed to be frozen in time while they all waited expectantly to hear her reply. It was completely silent in the low lit hallway.
Until the world exploded.
Vipers seemed to be coming out of the walls. They had guns. They had knives. They had fists.
But they never got the chance to use them. Jack used his fists to fight his way through ten of them in seconds.
The Viking was in full effect.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Janet
Janet heard the commotion upstairs. She waited, forcing herself into a state of readiness. Or almost readiness.
However ready you could be when someone had slipped you a mickey.
She swayed on her haunches, clutching a shoe in each fist. She wasn't going down without a fight. Her eyes closed sleepily and she forced them open again.
Footsteps. Heavy, loud. Running down the stairs. Toward her.
She lifted her body, ready to spring.
The doorknob turned without opening. Someone cursed outside the door. Then it was quiet.
"Get back!"
Was someone telling her to get back? She frowned in confusion and then decided to move back anyway. That didn't make a lot of sense to her, but she did it anyway.
BAM
BAM
BAM
The door burst inward with tremendous force, shattering the lock. Splintered wood flew everywhere but Janet didn't notice. She only knew that they'd come for her. It was time to fight. She leapt onto the intruders back and started slamming her heel into his shoulders.
Except she couldn't seem to stab him with it. The heels kept sliding off the leather.
The leather jacket.
The motorcycle jacket.
"Jesus, woman!"
She slid off him onto rubbery legs. The world started spinning as he turned to look at her. His huge hands gripped her shoulders.
"Janet baby? Are you alright?"
It was Jack.
“You came for me.”
He nodded once, his hand sliding over her cheek.
“Yes baby. I came for you.”
She wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not but either way she was extremely glad to see him. She smiled at him wobbily as she slid to the floor.
"Hi Jack."
He cursed and lifted her up.
"Are you on something, Janet?”
"Oh yes. Lots of things. Water. They put something in the water”
She was babbling as he carried her out of the place. She saw familiar faces in the periphery. There were Spawns everywhere. Devlin was here. But none of her attackers.
She let her head fall back onto his shoulder.
"Did they hurt you?"
"No. But if they tried I was going to stab them with my shoe."
He glanced down at her, clearly remembering that she'd attacked with the same shoe.
"Yeah, I noticed that."
She giggled at the disgruntled expression on his face.
"I still want to stab them for making me wear this trashy lingerie."
She closed her eyes and dozed off. But not before she caught the startled expression on his face as he finally took in what she was wearing.
Jack’s eyes had never looked bigger.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Jack
He had her. He had his woman.
Out. They were out. She was okay. Hell, she was better than okay. They must have given her some sort of happy pill. She sure did look glad to see him though.
He raised an eyebrow as he stared down at her body in that get up.
Trashy, maybe. Off the charts hot? Definitely.
He realized they had an audience and he hastily tried to cover her up with his jacket. He had to put her down to get it off though. So far, she wasn't cooperating with his plan.
"Can you stand?"
She opened one eye and looked at him.
"No."
She closed her eye again, snuggling into his chest. Perfect.
Dev came over and slapped his shoulder.
"We better get out of here before the rest of the Vipers show up, man. She okay?"
Jack nodded and wondered how the hell he was going to get her out of here. Then in a flash of pure brilliance he figured it out.
"Dev, I need the cabin."
Devlin looked surprised but he answered without hesitation.
"No problem, man. It's yours."
"And your car."
Dev cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Can't ride with her in this state."
Dev grinned and chucked him the keys. Jack managed to catch them without dropping Janet.
"Actually, could you open the door for me? I kind of have my hands full."
He gestured to the passed out woman in his arms. Devlin grinned and took the keys back, opening the passenger side door. Jack carefully placed Janet in the seat and strapped her in.
He turned to see 8 different Spawn's staring at him with identical expressions of shock. He frowned at them fiercely and they all scattered, hopping on their bikes.