Sexy Greek God Kidnappers

Chapter 40: My Hero

"I missed you so much baby," Xavier cried into my shoulder. "I love you so, so, so much. You do know that right?"

I nodded crying as well. "I love you too. I was so scared."

"Shh. It's okay. I'm right here."

I was about to say something, but a really annoying voice cut me off.

"You bastard!" Brett yelled holding his nose.

"Hey look," I smiled. "I broke Trey's jaw and now I broke Brett's nose. Can this get any better?" I laughed.

"Yes it can," my mom said before she cocked her gun and shot Brett in the leg.

"Mom!" I yelled laughing.

Brett fell to the ground holding his leg. But I saw he raised his arm up and shot.

I waited for my mom to cry in pain, but instead, I heard a man's cry. Brett's face contorted into confusion. The pain he was in must have made it so he couldn't see right.

I looked over and saw my grandpa holding his right shoulder.

Time seemed to stop as I pushed myself from Xavier and ran over to my grandpa.

"Grandpa!" I shouted crying.

"Sam," my grandpa said pulling me into a hug.

"Shit. No," I said trying to look at his shoulder.

"Leave me. I'll be fine," he said trying to smile.

"I can't leave you," I said crying.

My grandpa wiped my tears for me. "Go kick his ass for me," he said handing me his pistol.

I put the pistol in the back of the waistband of my pants and slowly got up.

"You son of a bitch," I said stalking my way over to Brett. "This means war."

Right as I said that, I heard all of the warriors shift and growl in approval.

"You heard the Luna," my dad yelled. "This means war!"

All the wolves came barreling toward the rogues and hunters.

I stopped a warrior wolf from attacking Brett.

"He's mine to deal with," I said.

The wolf looked at me hesitantly.

"Yes, I'm sure. This is personal," I said shooting him.

"Oh come on." Brett said slowly standing up and holding onto his injured leg. "You girls can't beat me and Trey."

Trey started laughing and I looked over to Kyrn.

We both nodded and charged at them.

I knocked Brett off his feet and jumped on top of him.

"That's for kidnapping me," I yelled.

Punch.

"That's for being a jerk to me."

Punch.

"That's for being born."

Punch.

"And that's for still breathing."

Punch.

He somehow got me off of him, and he punched me in the jaw.

"Ow," I said, rubbing my jaw.

He pulled a knife out of his pocket and came toward me.