He watched the door until the locks had cycled all the way through, on the minute chance that they malfunctioned and sprang open. The smallest element of surprise, that was all he needed to wreak havoc and bloody vengeance. His eyes narrowed dangerously.
The guy who’d had his dagger to Milly’s neck was first up. Johnny’s fists clenched at his sides as he imagined the crunch as the guy’s neck cracked under his hands. Before the body hit the ground, he’d have the guy’s blade, the grip rough against his palm as he buried it hilt deep…
A soft sound behind him ripped him from the daydream. Whipping around, his gaze instinctively raced over her, looking for signs of injury. Had the guy managed to cut her and he just hadn’t seen it? Was she bleeding out while he daydreamed about kicking ass and
