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“He’ll be okay, Ellie. He just was put through hell. It’s going to take him a while to get it straightened out in his head, you know?”
“I hope you’re right,” Ellie murmurs.
I hope I am, too…TorrentWalking down the dark stairway is not my favorite. It brings back memories I don’t want. My nose curls at the smell and I stop, unsure if I can go through with this. I know Diesel thought it would be the only way Logan would discuss things with me, but God…
“St…op.”
The voice is hoarse, almost unrecognizable, but I know it at once.
I take a few more steps, still afraid, but needing to do this. I want my husband back.
I need him back.
“Logan?” I whisper tentatively, as I round the corner.
“Torrent, get the fuck out of here,” Logan growls, his voice sounding inhuman, as he talks to me in a way that he hasn’t before.
“Tor—”
“You don’t say her name!” Logan screams out, as he takes a large, gruesome looking bat and swings it into Wolf’s body.
“Logan, honey….”
“Get the fuck out of here! He doesn’t get to hear you. He doesn’t get to see you again.”
I look up at the misshapen body, hanging by chains from a hook. I hold my stomach as nausea threatens to rise.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think he can see anything anymore,” I murmur. Wolf’s face has oversized bandages over his eyes. I don’t know what Devil has done—but from the dark red traces of blood that show under the gauze, I can guess.
“God, Angel, just go. I’ll be up soon.”
“I can’t do that,” I tell him. Wolf is moaning, but I think Devil’s hits have made it so that he can’t talk to me, and for that I’m glad.
“You need to go, Torrent.”
“I’m not leaving without you, Logan. We’re a team, remember?”
“I’ll be up when I’m done.”
He sounds so tortured that tears begin falling from my eyes, I can’t stop them and I don’t even try.
“When are you going to be done, Logan?”
“I don’t know,” he responds, sounding lost.
I walk over to him, ignoring the blood that is splattered on his clothes. I know that I need to reach Logan.
“I’m so sorry, Logan. I’m so very sorry.” I go up on my tiptoes, putting a hand on each side of his face and forcing him to look at me and focus.
“Why are you sorry, Angel?”
“This is all my fault. I should have seen through Wolf, I should have left with you and stopped fighting. I did this to you,” I tell him, the tears falling harder as I finally confess my biggest regret, the pain I try to keep hidden, and the guilt that has always festered inside of me.
“You didn’t do this to me, Angel. You saved me,” Logan says, letting the bat drop to the floor. His arms go around me then, holding me.
“I brought Wolf into your life. If it hadn’t been for me…”
“If it wasn’t for you, I’d be dead.”
“I think you’re forgetting that I’m the reason you were hurt in the first place.”
“I’d do it all again, Angel. I’d do it every fucking day, over and over, if it meant that I get to live my life with you. You are everything and now we have Cannon and any brothers and sisters we give him. I’d do it all again if my reward is the life we have now, Angel.”
“If that’s true, then why are you down here instead of upstairs tucking our boy in and making love to me in our bed?”
“I want to make him pay.”
“Sweetheart, you have. Send him to hell and be done with it. Put him behind us.”
“Torrent, you don’t understand.”
“I understand that as long as you do this, you’re letting him take more from us. You’re feeding the guilt I have, the pain you have, and you’re letting him breathe the same air our little boy does. It’s time to let go of the past, Logan. We both have to.”
“Killing him would be doing him a favor. He doesn’t deserve that.”
“I think killing him will make it so he can’t be this shadow over us anymore. Gunner talked to Rayne and she wants us to come out so I can meet her. I want you by my side. I don’t want to go to bed at night and wonder when you will be there. I want you with me.”
“But I’ll be giving him what he wants,” Logan argues.
“He’ll be dead and no one will be left to mourn him. We’ll be happy, we’ll have sex like rabbits and have a houseful of kids, Logan. We’ll enjoy family Christmases, full of laughter and love. That’s our revenge, baby. We’ll live and we’ll make beautiful memories. We’ll grow old together. We’ll have all the good and he’ll be dead and forgotten.”
“I love you, Angel.”
“Then come back upstairs. End all of this and let’s get on with being happy,” I tell him, begging and praying I’m reaching him.
