Devastated (Anger Management, #1)(64)

“What the hell is going on?” he demanded as he gestured angrily to a stack of papers in his hands. “Do you have any idea how many emails, calls, and letters that I’ve had to deal with this morning because of you? I have a half-dozen people demanding that I have you and that asshole you work for arrested. What the hell were you thinking, threatening them like that?”

“I-I d-didn’t,” she mumbled in a haze as her head spun faster at the realization that they’d dragged Hunter into this as she stood up only to stumble and fall to the ground when her legs gave out and dropped her back down on the hard-unforgiving pavement.

“Are you high? God, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he said, shaking his head in disgust as Kylie pushed to her feet, stumbled, and fell again.

“You’re in a lot of trouble, Miss Davis,” he bit out, sighing heavily as he reached down and-

“Please, don’t,” she whispered, unable to stop herself from flinching only to watch as his expression went from angry to shocked to-

“Oh, God.”

-a look of understanding seconds before a large tan fist struck him in the face and knocked him down. When that large fist suddenly opened and reached for her, she found herself looking up into Hunter’s face. After a slight hesitation, she raised her trembling hand and found herself doing the one thing that she’d never thought she’d be able to do.

Trust someone not to hurt her.



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“Look at me,” Hunter said coldly to the man sprawled out on the ground, cupping his bloody nose as Kylie continued to tremble in his arms. “I don’t care who you are. If you ever come near her again I will fucking kill you, do you understand me?”

“I didn’t know, Miss Davis. I’m so sorry,” the D.A. said, looking miserable.

“Hunter, don’t-”

“Do you understand me?” Hunter bit out, cutting Ryan off as he waited for the only answer that would stop him from killing the bastard right now.

When the D.A. nodded, he turned around and-

“They’re going to arrest you, Hunter,” Ryan said, stabbing his fingers through his hair.

“Don’t fucking care,” Hunter said, as he carried Kylie inside. The only thing that he cared about was making sure that she was safe. He needed to-

“Hunter?” Ryan called after him only to yell when he ignored him. “Goddamn it, Hunter! I need to tell you something!”

“What?” he asked absently, as he carried her into the office.

“Are you okay?” he asked the small woman in his arms as he sat down on the couch so that he could hold her closer.

After a slight hesitation, she nodded.

“We need to talk,” Ryan said, taking the seat next to him as he felt something shoved in his hand.

“What are you talking about?”

“Her fucking family,” Ryan bit out as he felt Kylie go still in his arms.

Frowning, Hunter looked down at the crumpled piece of paper in his hands. Sending Ryan a questioning look, he raised the paper and felt all the air rush out of his lungs when he read the first line. Unable to believe what he’d just read, he read it a second time.

“Is this a fucking joke?” Hunter asked, glancing at Ryan to find the other man rubbing his hands roughly down his face with a, “I fucking wish.”

“They found your email address,” Ryan said, as Hunter tried to make sense out of what he just read.

“They’re accusing me of sending my men to threaten them,” he said, still trying to figure out how they’d come up with that bullshit.

“In the emails they sent you, they attacked Kylie, but in the letters and emails they sent to the D.A. they went after you as well,” Ryan said, shaking his head in disbelief. “They’re fucking idiots.”

“They’re terrified,” Grey said, as he joined them.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Hunter asked, glancing back down at the letter in his hand and noted that it had been addressed to the D.A.’s office when something occurred to him. “She saw the emails?”

“Every last one,” Ryan said, shaking his head in disgust as Kylie mumbled weakly, “Yes.”

“I want them fucking arrested,” Hunter bit out, squeezing the letter into a ball and threw it across the room.

“Can’t do that,” Ryan said after a slight hesitation.

“What the hell are you talking about? Did you see what those sick fucks wrote about her? She didn’t fucking deserve that!” he snapped as Kylie turned her face and pressed her forehead against his chest as her small hand fisted in his shirt.

“No, she didn’t. But there’s nothing that they can arrest them on. This is a civil matter,” Ryan said, shaking his head in disgust.

“How is this a fucking civil matter? Did you see what they accused her of?” he demanded as he struggled against the urge to fucking kill them for everything they’d put Kylie through.

The thing that pissed him off most was that they were going to get away with it.

Again.

“The D.A.’s not filing charges against either one of you, so without an arrest or a false police report, they can’t touch them. She can file for a restraining order and sue them, but-”

“She won’t do that,” Grey said, shaking his head as he dropped down on the chair across from them.