“Mine!” Kaif’s terrifying voice booms loudly.
I barely manage to move my head to the side before his foot crushes my skull as he tries to stomp me again. His heel comes down on my shoulder. I groan in pain. Well, game on, flea factory. I punch him between the legs as he stands over me. Take that, you big, furry asshole. He growls, but his knee gives way as he lurches forward and stumbles over the top of me.
I start to shift, but Kaif kicks me, sending me flying into the wall. The first thing I realize is that the pain jars through me with more intensity than it usually does. Perhaps because I’m in my fucking human form still. Books topple down off the shelf and smash on top of me. His kick to my stomach winds me and I gasp for breath as I crawl to my feet.
Fuck, that hurt! He is a fucking maniac. Is this the wrong time to ask if he needs me to pick up a new flea collar for his overgrown ass, or should I ask him later?
“Kaif, stop!” I scream at him when he grabs me by my shorts. His claws, on his other hand, sink into my shoulder before he tosses me into the dresser mirror like I am a fucking rag-doll.
The mirror shatters, and the frame falls on me as I roll off the dresser. I grit my teeth, trying not to groan in pain. Marabella screams my name through the phone, which only angers him more, as he looks around frantically, searching for her voice.
His confusion gives me a moment’s reprieve as I prepare to shift. A large chunk of the mirror is embedded in my shoulder blade, and I yank it out. I curse in pain as it comes out of my flesh.
As Kaif hears it, he slaps at his back as the line slices through him, too. His back arches from taking on my wound. He should’ve known better. The brainless overgrown chihuahua keeps forgetting that my wounds and pain become his own.
But as quickly as the pain comes, it stops when he quickly heals himself.
“Jonah!” Marabella cries into the phone, and Kaif growls in anger.
He upturns the bed as he looks for the phone when suddenly, the door bursts open. Lucas rushes in with a bat. A goddamn bat. Fucking crazy old man.
“Jonah, run!” Lucas yells at me.
I raise an eyebrow. Is he fucking for real? Does he expect me to leave him to fend for himself with a fucking bat? Yeah, not happening. He’s the one that needs to run. I’m used to this asshole. His old brittle-boned body is the one that needs to dash away. Now don’t get me wrong. Lucas used to be a lethal beast himself, but aging has done a number on him.
Lucas, I kid you not, lets out a war cry as he attempts to swing the bat at Kaif.
Wrong moment to say that he reminds me of a scene in BraveHeart, only Lucas has a flipping bat, not a sword. Yeah, I suppose this isn’t the right moment to joke around with that rabies-infected motherfucker demolishing the place.
Kaif pivots on his heel and grabs the bat mid-swing. He pries it from Lucas’s hands with ease. He launches him back out the door, through which he came in. I hear the large crash and flinch, knowing that must have hurt. Kaif stalks after, and he slashes the door frame with his claws.
I clamber to my feet unsteadily. My body is shaking from the brutal beating it just took. I urge Jax to shift, and I feel my bones start to snap.
Kaif freezes when he hears Marabella call out his name. He spins around, snarls, and smacks his head on the door frame as the moron forgets he’s an actual giant and should fucking duck. Serves him well, might smash some brain cells back into function.
He groans. His giant hand rakes down his face as he rubs the spot he smacked on the door frame. As fucking ridiculous as he acts, Kaif’s confused, manic state is giving me more time to heal up and catch my breath.
“Keep calling him Marabella,” Lucas calls out breathlessly.
She must have heard him because she calls Kaif’s name. His eyes scan the floor as he searches for her voice. Then, as if the realization finally hits him, Kaif barges me out of his way, locates the phone, and scoops it off the floor, where it’s been lying all this time because of him.
His fingers are too big to work the screen, and he growls in frustration.
“Kaif, can you hear me?” Marabella asks.
Her voice stammers out shakily, and Kaif prods the phone, but his claws are getting in the way.
“Why can’t I see? Why does it not work?” Kaif growls as his claws scratch my phone’s screen, cracking it all over. Yeah, I’m probably going to have to get a new phone after this escapade. That motherfucker should get ready to cover the damn expenses because I sure as fucking hell won’t be paying for it.
The phone starts beeping, and I recognize the sound and realize Marabella has heard him. The phone signals she is trying to change the call to a video one. Great thinking Mara.
“Give it to Jonah. Jonah can do it,” Marabella tells him, and Kaif growls as he looks down to glare at me. I can still see the anger in his gaze.
I would be lying if I said I don’t think he is about to throw the phone at my head. Since he didn’t get the chance to crush my skull with his foot, he might try to do it with the phone. As he advances on me, I remain on the edge. I watch him, wondering if he is going to attack me, or just ask for my help.
“You, you do it. Make it work, my fingers no good,” Kaif snarls at me.
He grips my arm and thrusts the phone at my chest. I grab it. At least, he didn’t throw it at my head.