Black Hills Desperado (Black Hills Wolves, #3)(21)

“Submit to me, pup.” Rage lit eyes the color of urine, the male’s stench equally foul. “And I might yet let you live.”

Brick ignored the command. He head-butted the pack leader in the throat until the squat honcho gasped for breath, grabbing at his neck, then rippled off a quick succession of punches and uppercuts. Magnum’s head snapped back, his nose exploding like a liquid rose, blood squirting from nostrils and cut lip.

“Hold him.” The wolf chief barked the order, the words all but strangled due to the blows to his vocal chords and hemoglobin he gargled.

Two of his lieutenants—henchmen, really—stepped forward and wrenched Brick’s arms behind his back to allow Magnum to knee him in the family jewels. Pain and nausea crippled him, doubling him over, sending him to the floor.

Nice. Their oh-so-powerful fearless leader needs help to mash me into the ground.

“That’s where you belong, punk. On your knees before me.” With the side of his hand, the alpha chopped him on the back of his neck. When he sprawled forward onto the peanut shells, the lieutenants released his arms so they could kick and pummel him into a limp mound of ground round.

Magnum beat him into oblivion.

The pack closed in, along with darkness.