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Rayne chuckles. “I wouldn’t give a fuck if you were.” He’s barely through his sentence when he fires two quick shots into his chest.
Normally I would have wanted him tortured for the part he played in all this, but right now all I care about is getting to Mia. Everything else is a waste of my time.
I reach for the backseat door at the same time it swings open. and I immediately step back, ready to draw the gun I pulled from Elijah’s glove box, only to watch Mia step out of the car, covered from head to toe in blood.
Her hands are bound with a zip tie in front of her, and it looks way too fucking tight, but I can deal with that once I find the source of the blood.
I rush toward her, wrapping her up in my arms before I can consider that the hug may hurt her. I just need to be reminded she’s okay and that I’m never going to ever let anything happen to her.
A quiet sob breaks from her throat and it only makes me hold her against me tighter. I should free her wrists. I should check her for injuries, but I can’t. I can’t fucking move, not when I have my whole fucking world in my arms again.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I notice Rayne and Storm walk around the car, their own guns drawn as they prepare themselves to be face-to-face with Kyle and whatever he’s planning to use to escape, but I’m too focused on my girl.
“Are you hurt?” I ask quietly.
“No. Not really. I hit my head in the accident, and I have a cut on my palm,” she whispers.
“Then where’s all this blood from, sugar?”
I peer down at her as she opens her mouth to respond, but then Rayne’s laugh distracts us both. His head pops up on the other side of the car, and he nods toward the cab. “You gotta see this. Your girl has a sadistic streak you’re going to want to see.”
My brows tug together as I look between her and the car, but it’s the smirk playing at the corners of her lips that has me dragging us both toward the car.
The moment my eyes lock on Kyle spread out across the back seat, his neck punctured in two places, and his chest and stomach carved up like a fucking jack-o’-lantern, I’m stunned.
It takes long moments to process what I’m looking at, and the fact that the meek woman who has been terrified of her shadow her entire life, not only killed a man, but enjoyed doing it.
I glance down at Mia and find a small smile on her lips as she looks over her handy work.
I’ve loved this woman for as long as I’ve known love existed, but right now, as I stare down into her blue eyes with the splatter of our enemy’s blood coating her skin, I’ve never fucking loved her more. She took her power back. She killed the man who caused her unimaginable pain. She ended a life to allow her to live hers. And I’ve never been so fucking proud of her.
Rayne rounds the car, slowing his approach so he doesn’t spook Mia. I swear she flinched once when he was walking toward her, and he’s known ever since to slow down. Before I realize what’s happening, he plucks her out of my arms and wraps her up in his own. “I’m so proud of you, kid. I can’t wait to show Emerson your handiwork. She’s going to be proud too.”
“That I killed a man?” She half laughs.
“That you killed your tormentor and set yourself free.”
I shake my head and steal her back. If it were anyone else apart from someone I’ve watched stalk their own wife around constantly, perhaps I could find it in me to be jealous, but Rayne has no interest in Mia, not in that way at least.
Mia shakes her head, but her eyes flicker to the dead body in the backseat without an ounce of remorse.
Elijah peers into the back seat and lets out a whistle. “Girl’s got skills. Might have to send her to work with Tommy.”
“Not fucking likely,” I snap.
He chuckles. “Is Doc still off work this week?”
Storm nods and taps something out on his phone. “I’m organizing for our backup doctor to meet you at the penthouse.” He pauses and looks up at us. “Are you okay to go back there?”
The question isn’t for me, and I look down at Mia, waiting for her response. “I’m fine, honestly.”
I pull her against me and hold her tight, relishing in the feel of her in my arms. I don’t know how I’m going to let her out of my embrace anytime soon, even if that means I’m working with her sitting in my lap. I could live with that, hopefully I can get her on board.
“Let’s go, sugar.” I steer her toward Elijah’s car, and I hear him curse about her being covered in blood. But the man has more money than God, he can afford to have his fucking car detailed. I’m sure as hell it won’t be the first, or the last, drop of blood to get on the interior.
All I care about is getting my woman home and washing that asshole’s blood from her skin, even if she does look so pretty covered in the evidence of her revenge.
CHAPTER SIXTY
