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“Is he still alive?” My voice was the barest of whispers, which had ht be The old man, not so much”
I just closed my eyes and tried to think of a way that any of this could end without people I loved dying I didn’t see any way for that to happen
The rest of the ride after they had pulled me into the SUV had been silent I could s off ofdown my face, and when the SUV stopped and Nassir appeared to pull me out of the backseat, I was such a mess I couldn’t stand on ave me a hard look
“This is why they say love kills, honey You need to pick your boyfriends more carefully”
I had just looked at him numbly and blinked eyelashes that were sticky with hed and started to drag h the empty club I could hear the echo of voices, could hear Bax’s low and so very angry tone I was scared, but so as he was still alive, Bax would do everything in his power to try and get us out of this as unscathed as he could
“He’ll kill everyone You have no idea who you are actually dealing with, little girl”
The rest of it had happened in slowcarbon copy of the troubled young man I was in love with Even if I hadn’t heard him call Bax “son,” I would have known They had the sa build, the sah he was a couple decades younger, Bax had the innate aura of a man you did not want to , but not nearly as ht of Titus, beaten and held in the circle of bad guys There were no heroes left to couys rabbedI had not to panic I couldn’t stop crying and I’ain It was the only prayer I could think of at the ti sharp and real I had to screaet a reaction out of Bax I wanted to be stoic and strong, but the blood ar me dizzy When the blade hadto pass out Bax was starting to fade in and out of hosts of words thaters, I suddenly understood there was a difference between bad and evil
Everything stopped, the roo his brother’s naht of Bax with that gun pointed up under his chin It was crazy and desperate, just like hi ed and pleaded with hio on if he forced me to watch him die by his own hand It was a raw, brutal kind of violence that would literally destroyan overly dra lass fro down I opened otten free and tackled Bax to the ground, sending the gun flying in the direction Nassir had herded ly black pistol that had been poised to end the life of the man I loved stopped just inches from the toe of my sneaker and I just stared at it I had soout of er, but now I had enough strength left, enough anger and disgust at all this h, that I had pulled away from Nassir and bent to pick it up
I heard the handsome criminal tell me no, telltoward Bax and Titus, thought of my brother possibly dead, and feltout of er I didn’t aim, didn’t care where the bullet hit, I just wanted to round, surrounded by Bax’s heat, and he was kissing my stunned mouth I wanted to tell hi to jail for him like he had done for Race, but he wouldn’t let un out of my frozen hands We were pulled apart by ers together and put them behind his head It made ling to ic limbs respond when I heard hiue, to tell the lifted and strapped to a stretcher and a para about stitches and plastic surgery I couldn’t folloanted Bax I tried to keephandcuffs snapped on and I was getting rolled out into the night It wasn’t until he gaveo back to prison, would sacrifice his life in another way for ot hysterical
I was sure the paramedic sedated me because when I finally woke up, finally shook the fuzz out froed up like aout from me all over the place I didn’t knohat time it was, or how much time had passed, but I knew I needed to find out about Race and talk to soo back to jail for so he didn’t do
I tried to lift a hand to touch ht htestapart at the seaht now than a quilt”
I shifted my eyes and squinted until Bax’s older brother came into focus He looked terrible His face was a mess, twin black eyes, a swollen lip, and it looked like he had his own set of stitches running across one of his cheeks and near one of his ears Beyond that, he looked tired, and if the dark scruff shadowing his face was any indication, he hadn’t been ho have I been in here?” I had aout in a slurred rush
Titus groaned and cli his ribs as he walked to my bedside