Right now, all I care about is killing this motherfucker.

I slam my fist into his face, knocking him off me. Before he can sit up, I’m on him, sitting on his stomach so I can rain my fists down on him. He’s young and strong, but my fury makes me an unbeatable beast.

For every two punches I land, he gets one in on me back, most of which hit my ribs. It hurts like hell, but I won’t rest until I’ve beat this asshole to a pulp. I bellow and scream at him as I punish him for touching her.

“Callum!”

Willa’s voice, a terrified sob in her throat, cuts through my vengeful haze. I want to go to her. To hold her against me and never let go.

“I hear sirens,” Spencer says. “A neighbor must have called the cops.”

My throat is hoarse from yelling and calling Levi every name in the book. No wonder the cops were called. Fuck.

“Go,” I growl to my nephew. “Take Dempsey and go.”

“So you can take the fall for this dipshit?” Spencer bites back. “No. You need to go. There’s a lot more on the line for you.”

Levi moans in pain but keeps trying to punch me. Before I can land another hit, Dempsey grabs me by the collar of my shirt, dragging me away.

“Let go,” I snarl. “I said fucking let me go!”

He shoves me away and then Spencer takes hold of my shirt, keeping me from attacking Levi. Willa, trembling and crying, hugs the blanket to her naked chest. My heart cracks down the middle.

She’ll never be safe here.

Never.

Which is why he should die.

I lunge for Levi again as he attempts to stand. Dempsey beats me to the punch. Literally. He rams his fist into Levi’s gut, causing him to howl in pain. I watch with satisfaction as Dempsey lands a couple more punches, this time to Levi’s battered face.

“Get him out of here,” Dempsey bellows. “The sirens are getting louder. He can’t be here when they get here.”

I attempt to reach for Willa, but she shakes her head. “He’s right. Go!”

Spencer hauls me toward the window and practically pushes me out of it. I stumble over my feet but recover shortly after going through it. He shoves me toward my car. When I make it over to it, he stops and levels me with a fierce stare.

“We’ll take care of this,” he vows. “Promise. Just go home.”

I want to stay and continue to beat the hell out of Levi. I want to stay and hold my sweet girl. But if I stay, I’m most definitely going to jail for fucking up a minor. In his own home. And said minor is going to rat me out for being with Willa.