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I help her stand. When she does, she winces and clutches her side.
I grit my teeth to hold back a fresh wave of fury.
“Let me see it,” I whisper darkly.
I can see she’s fighting off stabbing pains as she pants out short little breaths. “I’m fine.”
“Summer,” I say patiently as I grip the hem of her shirt.
She doesn’t fight me as I slowly lift it. It doesn’t take but only an inch or two for the hideous red and purple markings covering her entire torso to show themselves.
“I should have killed him,” I rasp out.
There are no words to express the fury and rage burning through me. For a man to do this to an innocent, tied up woman speaks volumes for what a low-life, coward, bastard he is.
Summer grabs my arm and says, “Don’t, Rock. It’s over. All of it. I just want to go home. I’m free, it’s all over. And this,” she looks down at herself, “it’s a small price to pay for that.” She looks me in the eyes pleadingly, “Just take me home.”
This woman is so strong, so invincible, she humbles me.
I sigh.
Whatever she wants.
“Okay, let’s go home.” Her expression relaxes despite her discomfort. “Do you think you can walk? Or do you want me to carry you?”
Her eyes light up as she stands a little straighter.
“I’m going to walk past them with my head high for the last time.”
She fucking slays me!
“You got it, princess.”
By the time we get to the top of the stairs, sirens are blaring down the street toward the house.
I knew this was coming.
“The cops are on their way, what do you want to do?” I ask her as she takes the first step down.
Snake is waiting for us at the bottom, along with a man in an expensive suit and gray hair, an impeccably dressed goon is standing next to him, silent and trying to intimidate us, Bull and Gringo, and Steve crying like a little baby.
“I just want to leave. Everything. And never look back,” she says quietly.
“Alright, it’s your call.”
I can understand that, I may not agree with it, but this is her show.
Snake is waiting for an indication of how to proceed when the law walks through the door. I give him a shake of my head. He understands, no cops. He turns to Steve who still has blood pouring out of his nose, puts his arm around his neck tightly and whispers in his ear. Whatever he’s telling him is shutting him the fuck up.
We move slowly, Summer wincing and gasping with every step she takes. When we finally get to the last few steps, the cops are inside questioning everyone.
“Summer!” the man I guess is her father spies us and breaks away to approach us.
I feel her tense next to me.
“Summer, thank God we found you,” he feigns loving concern.
“Don’t,” she tells him icily.
