“It’s done.”
My eyes snapped open. When I gazed down, Sigel’s eyes stared into nothingness. The same nothingness that seemed to envelope me. I don’t know what I expected to feel when I saw him dead by my hand. But it wasn’t the prickly numbness cloaking me like a heavy coat.
“Alexandra?” Deacon questioned softly.
My gaze flicked to his. “Y-Yeah?”
Deacon apprised me gravely. “Are you okay?”
“I…killed him.” A maniacal laugh trilled from my lips, echoing off the walls. The sound made me shudder. “I…I just killed Sigel.”
“Wejust killed Sigel,” Deacon corrected.
“We did, didn’t we?”
“Yeah, babe. We did.”
His expression became distorted before me. As the tears began streaking down my cheeks, I launched myself into his arms. Harsh sobs rolled through my chest, causing my body and Deacon’s to shake.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” Deacon murmured into my ear.
I knew in that moment he was the only thing keeping the last shreds of my sanity from snapping. He was the sun in all the darkness.
“Kiss me,” I ordered.
Deacon jerked back to stare at me in surprise. “Kiss me,” I implored.
With a storm of indecision raging in his eyes, Deacon dipped his head to bring his lips to mine. My bloody hands came around his back to grip his shoulder desperately. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to crawl into his skin. I needed him that much.
Just as Deacon’s tongue slid against my lips, a crashing sound came from above us. After jerking his lips from mine, Deacon shot to his feet. Before I could tell Deacon it was okay, Archer crashed through the ceiling tile and collapsed onto the floor in front of us.
“What the fuck?” Deacon demanded.
Ignoring him, I rushed over to Archer. “Are you okay?”
A grimace curved on his lips as he pulled himself into a sitting position. “No. But I will be.” He glanced passed me to Deacon. Archer’s eyes bulged wide at the sight of him. “I take that back. I’m truly fucked.”
“No you’re not,” I protested, as I dusted him off.
Ignoring me, Archer looked only to Deacon. “Before you kill me, I want you to remember how persuasive she is.”
Laughter burst from my lips as Deacon glared at him,. “I’ll deal with you later.”
“I’m sorry, man. I thought her plan was the best thing for the club and for your family. Even when you came back from the dead, so to speak, it still made sense.”
“It made fucking sense for someone defenseless like Alex to take on someone like Sigel?” Deacon demanded.
Surprisingly, Archer didn’t back down. Instead, he narrowed his eyes at him. “Would you let go of your bullshit pride for a minute and truly think? He never saw it coming. He never imagined her capable of it. Any of the rest of us? He would have seen us coming a mile away, including you.”
“Yeah, it all made sense until Sigel’s hands were wrapped around her throat,” Deacon blared.
Archer’s face paled. “Fuck, Alex.”
Shaking my head, I reasoned, “I’d already mortally wounded him.”
“Do you hear yourself?” Deacon countered.
“It’s the truth, isn’t it?”
