The sound of Lily’s voice is the last thing I hear before my axis tilts and I fall into darkness.
CHAPTER 31
LILY
“Asher!” I scream as he hits the mat, the whole room exploding in chaos as gangs start fighting each other.
Reefing the cage door open, I charge out onto the mat, right as Monty does the same.
“Walk away, lady,” Monty snarls, revealing a fucking machete. “You don’t wanna get involved in this.”
I’m not usually in such an emotional state when I kill, so right now it’s hard to summon the Crimson Angel’s presence. But I need her, otherwise I’ll never get Asher out of here alive.
I part my lips to speak, but Monty’s gaze darts over my shoulder, and he takes a step back.
“You’d better run, arsehole, or you’ll end up just like your thug.”
AJ’s voice shouldn’t relieve me, but it does.
“What’s a fucking Aussie doing in these parts?” Monty sneers, clearly not picking up that I’m an Aussie too.
“Same as you.” AJ steps forward, and I see his gun, with a damn silencer, pointed directly at Monty. “Protecting my assets. Now fuck off or take your last breath. Your fucking choice.”
Monty glances over his shoulder at his minions, who are all retreating like cowards, and thankfully, he decides to live another day. Spinning on his heel, Monty hightails it out of there, while gunfire sounds somewhere deeper into the venue.
Ignoring AJ, I fall to my knees beside Asher, cupping his face.
“Asher. Wake up.”
He doesn’t even blink.
“He’s losing blood,” AJ points out the obvious. “He’ll be okay once we stitch him up.”
I glare up at AJ, hovering over us, studying him for any sign of malice. I don’t see any, but accepting his help will mean I owe him, and I’m not dumb enough to think he won’t want me to use that against my family.
“We don’t need your help,” I bark, and he rolls his eyes before flipping the gun and offering me the grip.
“Unless you think you can carry him outta here, then yeah, you do need my fucking help.”
I want to protest, but unfortunately he’s right. There’s no way I can carry Asher out, so I nod, taking the gun, and he bends down, easily scooping Asher’s unconscious body off the mat.
I follow him out as he takes a side door I didn’t even know was there, and by the time we reach the parking lot, some of the brawling has spilled out here.
There are cars and motorcycles speeding around in every direction, so it takes us a bit to get to his car, but when we do, AJ lays Asher on the back seat, packing a blanket to Asher’s bleeding wounds before stepping back and handing me his keys.
“Drive him back to your place. I’ll take his bike.” He holds out his hand. “I’ll need Asher’s keys.”
Go back to my house?
This is a bad idea, but what other option do I have?
Knowing it’s theonlyone, since we can’t exactly take Asher to the hospital, we swap keys, and I drive AJ’s black SUV as he follows on Asher’s motorcycle.
My hands are trembling as I drive, loud sobs escaping me once I get us out of the parking lot and onto the road.
I cry the whole way home, calling Asher’s name over my shoulder over and over, but he still doesn’t make a sound.
When I get to my house, I reverse the car in, and AJ pulls the motorcycle in next to me, quickly getting off and going to the back seat to get Asher out.
