Smith glanced over his shoulder, shocked for just a moment, then used the moment to his advantage to take the guy out in front of him. He took him to the ground in an angry tackle, smacking the gun from his hand and putting his own gun beneath the man's chin. He saw himself killing the man, splattering his brains all over the ground for daring to hurt Laura, and thought about how satisfying that would be.
But then there'd be consequences. Consequences that he couldn't afford with where he was hoping this was going with Laura.
With a sneer he hit the man in the temple and knocked him out, then stood and kicked him in the ribs for good measure. He turned to the man Laura had taken out and gave him a swift kick under the chin while he was down and knocking him out. This was the perv, the one that had threatened Laura with God knew what, and he couldn't stop himself from kicking the man in the head again. One of Smith's men came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder and he clenched his fists.
"We've got it," the guy said in a calm voice and Smith nodded. "Is that all of them?" Smith asked in a gruff voice and the guy nodded. "I think so. The police contact is coming to take these guys in. We'll, ah, tell them it was self defense."
Smith nodded, then turned to look at Laura and his gaze softened from the hard intensity that had been there before. He had a million questions about what Laura had done to the guy, but they could wait until they were home and safe.
"Come on," he said in a soft voice. "Let's get out of here."