CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
Reid saw red. He lost control.
Later, when asked to recount the event, he wouldn’t remember what happened next. It wasn’t that Kent took over. It was blind fury blacking out his memory. It was Kent’s strength and skill, Reid’s protective nature, and both their love and devotion to their children that galvanized into a burning, unadulterated hatred for the leering, cackling, emaciated prisoner.
At the mention of his daughters, Reid threw a hard right cross that landed solidly across the fake sheikh’s jaw. Even as he laughed, teeth skittered into the dirt. Reid brought his right knee up, into the man’s concave torso. Ribs gave way beneath the crushing blow.
The man tried to fall but Reid grabbed him around the throat, held him up easily, and delivered a vicious head-b
