“Khi,” she mouthed.
That was it. I fired at the first man to move. Then the second. Luca ended the third before he even lifted his gun.
Trell didn’t run. He just smiled.
“You made it. She said you would,” he said.
I raised my gun and stepped toward him. “Untie her.”
He chuckled. “Or what?”
I shot him in the leg.
He collapsed with a shout, gripping his thigh. “Ugh! Fuck!”
I shrugged. “You asked.”
Seth moved around me and started cutting Farrah’s ties. She whimpered when he touched her wrists—she’d been tied too long. She looked at me while Seth worked. Always at me.
Trell pushed himself up onto one elbow, smearing blood across the floor. I let Luca take over the job of making sure he stayed in place. I had to get close to her.
“You good, Little Thug?”
She nodded, but tears filled her eyes. “Mekhi…”
I knelt beside her, cupping her face gently, barely touching her. I loved the feel of her skin, warm and real and here with me.
“I got you,” I whispered. “I’m right here.”
Her breath shook. “I knew you’d come.”
“Always.”
She closed her eyes, let that wash over her.
Behind us, Trell laughed, a high-pitched, crazy sound.
I stood slowly, the gun still in my hand.
“Stand up,” I ordered.
Trell scoffed. “I ain’t standing on shit.”
“Then die on the floor.”
He stared at me, breath ragged. “What about family? What about blood?”
“You ain’t my blood.”
“I am. Whether you want me to be or not. What’s in me is in you.”
“Nah. You a bitch. Ain’t none of that in me.”
He opened his mouth—maybe to beg, maybe to laugh, maybe to say something else fucked up. I didn’t care what he had to say. I pulled the trigger. It took one clean shot to the chest.
Seth looked at me. Braeden looked at me. Even Prime, Cardo, and Ajani who were coming down the stairs paused. But Farrah… My little thug didn’t flinch. She didn’t pull away.
Instead, she just reached for me with shaking fingers. “Take me home, please,” she murmured.
