Caleb grinned up at his uncle who just stared between Ellie and his two enforcers. He saw Rocco’s disbelief that she took their prisoner so easily and quickly. Still kneeling over Caleb’s body, Rocco’s fingers morphed into claws, ready to s***h his jugular.
Caleb tightened his eight-pack stomach and drove his knees up, slamming Rocco squarely in the ass. Rocco flew forward, releasing his death grip, and landed on his back. In a heartbeat, Caleb rolled his uncle onto his stomach, pinning him in a classic wrestling hold.
Caleb snarled, “This is it, you piece of s**t. Family or not, you don’t deserve to live. The fear and torment you’ve inflicted on my pack is done.” Caleb turned Rocco’s head to stare at his father on the sidelines with the Wolfes. “Your last sight will be of a man born to
