Lucca's Lust: The Luminara Series Book 3 Read Online Free Page A

been ripped off her, her blouse torn open. She had been attacked. Worse, she had been sexually violated. I ran to her, but she was screaming so loud, hitting me, punching me, still in defensive mode. She was trying to protect herself.
    Her attacker had bolted when he heard me shout. I could hear fast footsteps pounding down the stairs. I could not leave, Jasmine was in shock. I held her, picked her up, and tried to calm her. Fuck, her face was covered in bruises, lip split open, eye bleeding, nose busted. She was shaking, kicking, and panicking.
    I wanted to run after the fucker who did that to her and kick his fucking head in, give him a good sore one he would never forget. I wanted to kill him with my bare hands, but I could not leave her.
    She fought, kicked, and screamed until she broke free and ran towards the car park. I chased her, told her to wait, that I would help her and never hurt her, but she was hysterical while sprinting, trying to get to her car. I caught up with her, but just outside the stairwell I saw a man running towards a car in the other direction. I knew it was him, it had to be. He must have run down the stairs, came out at the lower level, and then ran up the ramp towards his car on the upper level.
    I saw red. I could not let him away with it. I bolted towards him, grabbed him, and tossed the fucker over his car bonnet, kicking, punching him in the face, gut, and head, until he collapsed. He had an Irish accent, threatening me. I wanted to shut the fucker up.
    I was brutally rough and could not control my actions. Adrenaline zapped through me, blood pumping fast, heart beating rapidly. I grabbed his hair, was about to pulverise him and smash his face off the ground, when I heard screeching, brakes, screaming, and an almighty thud … then a smash.
    I dropped the fucker, leaving him barely breathing in a pile of blood on the ground, and I bolted. Petrified of what I would find. That was when my heart stopped beating for the first time in my life, and I witnessed a sight no person should ever have to see.
    Jasmine had been running down the ramp towards the lower level, at the same time a woman in a 4x4 unknowingly swung around the corner and accelerated up the ramp at a fast speed … straight into Jasmine, sending her flying over the top of her car, until she was thrown across the car park like a rag doll. Everything happened in slow motion. It was a messy, chaotic, fucking blood bath. The most horrific thing I have ever witnessed in my life.
    By the time I reached her she was dead. The impact and injury to her head caused her to bleed from her brain almost immediately. I fell to my knees, kissed, touched, and begged her to come back .With my head in my hands, I shouted to the open space and screamed like a deranged lunatic. I noticed her diamond earring sitting next to her head in a pool of spilling blood. I picked it up and scrunched it tightly in my hand.
    I lay on top of her and cried. I heard nothing, felt nothing. I was numb and in shock. I remember only hours later sitting in the back of an ambulance being treated for shock while the wounds on my hands from beating her attacker were dressed by a paramedic.
    It was her ex-boyfriend. He knew where she would be and he waited for her. He wanted revenge because she left him. CCTV footage showed the full thing. His attack … her running from me … me attacking him … the devastating car accident. It was all on camera.
    The bastard was sentenced to eight years in custody, six for good behaviour. I was charged with an assault fine, not that I could give a flying fuck. He was lucky I did not murder him with my bare hands.
    The woman that was driving the car was rushing to get to work and had music on loudly. There is no way she would have been able to break; the ramp was too short and steep, and the sharp bend obstructed her view. She was charged and lost her licence but never went to prison as technically it was a freak accident.
    Jasmine should not