“Son—”
Oh shit!
Knox was out of my hold and across the room before I could blink.
None of the other men moved, even when Knox had his dad pressed against some filing cabinets (drug people kept files?) with a hand wrapped around his throat.
“The only reason I don’t squeeze the…fucking…life outta you for touching her is because it would make me you,” he clipped. “I am not you. I am not her. I am not any of you. I got out. As far as you’re concerned, when I left, I died. Mourn me, Dad. Because when Lee said I cease to exist when I walk out of here, I cease…”—he squeezed harder and pulled his choking father up to his toes—“to”—his dad started clawing at Knox’s arm— “exist. You get me?”
With difficulty, Mr. Chambers nodded.
Knox let him go.
He slumped over and gasped for air.
Knox came to me and took my hand.
He led me to the door and stopped us.
“Avert your eyes,” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“I’ve got you. Look at me the whole way out.”
Oh boy.
“Luna,” he prompted.
I nodded and kept my gaze on him.
He led me out.
It was hard to stay focused on his jaw and his instructions of shit like, “Step, and another step,” when I heard some moans, sensed some movement, but the only thing I looked at was Knox’s jaw, then at Cap standing with Gabe at the door to the outside.
We went out, and Cap and Gabe led us to a waiting Denali.
There were four of those vehicles all in a line outside.
Talk about a cavalry.
Yowza.
Knox put me in the back seat. He pulled off his vest and handed it to Gabe before he rounded the hood and got in beside me. Cap handed off his vest too and got in the driver’s seat. Gabe stowed the vests in the back and got in on the front passenger side.
Once we clicked in, Cap pulled out.
When we were on our way, I caught Cap’s eyes in the rearview mirror.
I gave a slight shake to my head.
He gave a slight jut of his chin.
Knox, of course, didn’t miss this.
Which was why he stated, “I’m good.”
I turned to him and took his hand in both of mine. “Honey.”
