Into the Blackness (Blackness Series Book 4) by Norma Jeanne Karlsson

scowling at me in disgust.
    “What?” I growl.
    “They’ve been goin’ at Aunt Kay for over half an hour. Where the fuck were you?” Cole seethes.
    “Workin’. Where are they?”
    I don’t know who they are, but if they’re going after Kat, I want to be there now. They march off and I follow until we reach the school office. As soon as I breach the door, I can hear a man yelling. Oh, fuck no. I blow past the receptionist who’s ninety years old and attempting to stop me by calling me sir. Fat chance.
    I follow the bellowing to come to a conference room where I can see a man standing inches from Kat’s face pointing at Jake, screaming. I take a breath and then throw the door open. This motherfucker doesn’t miss a beat.
    “He’s a fuckin’ trouble maker,” he yells as I enter the room.
    “I don’t know who the fuck you are, but if you don’t get away from my wife in two seconds I’ll rip your fuckin’ throat out,” I growl in a menacing tone I recognize from my monster years. It’s cold, ruthless and terrifying on its own, but matched with the look on my face it’s a promise of unbridled pain and anguish.
    “And you are?” he asks in a cocky snide voice.
    “Get the fuck away from my wife. Now!” I roar.
    Jake jumps while Kat remains still. Her back is to me so I have no idea what her face looks like. Jake is also facing away from me and right now, I want their eyes.
    The motherfucker takes a step back and I approach Kat with caution. I step between her and Captain Douche to see her face is a mask promising the same things mine was earlier. She’s livid. She’s looking through me to get to him. I glance away from her to see Jake’s face is bruised at the jaw and beginning to swell beneath his eye. I see.
    “Do you need a hospital?” I ask in a painfully mustered soft voice.
    “No, sir,” Jake replies instantly holding my eyes to let me know he’s fine.
    I turn my gaze back to Kat’s fiery hazel slits and grab the side of her neck. Her eyes finally cut to me like she hasn’t been aware of my presence until I touched her.
    “You good?” I ask again in a tortured softness.
    “No,” she growls.
    “He touch you?”
    “Not really.”
    “Kat,” I demand in a low timbre.
    “He poked my chest.”
    That’s all it takes. I spin away from Kat and launch at the piss-ant behind me, catching his throat and pinning him to the wall.
    “Did you poke my wife you pathetic piece of shit?” I seethe into his face constricting tightly as he flails to get free.
    “Yes,” he rasps.
    “Are you Hoyt Burke?” I fume.
    “Y-es,” he sputters.
    “Did your son get his ass handed to him by my nephew?”
    He nods because he can no longer speak.
    I release his throat and he drops to the floor.
    “You’re fired as of now. Get your sorry ass outta Maybelle along with your piece of shit son. If you’re not gone by nightfall, I’ll have the State’s Attorney file felony charges against Will for assault of a child, since Jake’s only fifteen. Then I’ll have him file assault charges against you for touching my wife. I suggest you leave the state if you know what’s good for you.”
    “You just assaulted me you psychopath,” he chokes out.
    “I was defending my wife and nephew who you had held captive in a room where I found you assaulting my wife. Explain that to a judge and see what they have to say about it.”
    “I’ve been the assistant principal at this school for a decade. My family has lived here for five generations. I’ll take my chances,” he scoffs climbing to his feet, his pussy fingers still clutched around his neck.
    “Suit yourself,” I say blankly. I turn to Kat who has a small smirk on her lips matching a similar one on Jake’s.
    “Kat, call the police and tell ’em you and Jake have been assaulted on school property by a school official. Jake, run out to the boys and have ’em round up witnesses to the first assault and this one. I’ll sit here and keep Assistant