Chapter 135

ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-FIVE

Cord's hand shook as he snatched the gun and waved it above Huller's head. The bastard had hurt Ellie.

He deserved to die.

Huller groaned and opened his eyes. Instead of fear, a menacing laugh erupted from him as deep and evil as his core. Cord bared his gritted teeth, wanting to see the man dead.

But if he killed him, he would go to jail instead of Huller.

Still his anger kept him frozen. Huller was nothing but a rabid animal that needed to be put down.

Footsteps sounded behind him. Bryce.

He exhaled an angry breath and slowly turned the gun over, then handed it to Bryce. "Don't you dare let him escape," Cord said between clenched teeth.

"Don't worry, I want him to pay as much as you do." Bryce shoved Huller to his stomach, dragged his arms behind him and snapped the cuffs around the man's wrist.

Cord followed as Bryce escorted Huller outside. Bryce must have called an ambulance because it raced up, medics jumping out. They hurried to Ellie who waved them toward the squad car and the girls.

Cord jogged over to Ellie, his temper boiling over as he looked at the dried blood on her face. "Go in the ambulance with them."

"What about Derrick?" she said, her voice worried.

"At the hospital. I don't know his condition yet."

Ellie gave a nod and climbed in the back of the ambulance with the children and Barbara.