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I blindly swung as a man dressed in black leaned into the car. His head jerked back on a grunt and I prepared to scratch his eyes out when his hands grabbed mine.

“Sweetheart! Stop, it’s me.”

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I had to fight.

There was commotion to my left and an ear-piercing scream rang out, then someone was in my face.

“Anaya, sweetheart. Calm down.” I froze. Everything froze. Time. My lungs. My arms. Just everything. “There you go. Everything’s fine.”

No, everything was not fine. Everything that had happened in the last few days made me not fine. But the last few hours had wrecked me.

My body slumped.

The seat belt was undone, and suddenly I was out of the car and in Kyle’s arms. I glanced over the top of the car and much like me, Emmy was in Thad’s arms. Only, he had his mouth to her ear and his lips were moving. I couldn’t hear what he was saying but Emerson was nodding.

They came.

And just in time.

How stupid was I to think Emerson and I could take Harry Landry on the run and get away with it?

Declan passed us on his way to the car but he said nothing. He didn’t have to, his eyes said it all. His hard features and angry gait said the rest. Declan was going to lose his shit and Harry deserved every bit of ire. He killed Jeremy. He bought and sold women. He’d broken something in Monica that had turned her into a walking, talking, soulless human. No, I would not feel any sorrow over Harry Landry.

“Anaya, sweetheart—”

The rest of Kyle’s words were cut off as the chopping of helicopter blades filled the air and I scrambled to get out of his arms.

Oh, God. What now?

“That’s just Zane.” His warm breath fanned over my neck as he spoke close to my ear.

I wanted to soak him up. His strength. His magnetism. His courage.

But I couldn’t.

And now it was time to face what’d I done.

Chapter 33

She was in my arms.

Thank fuck.

I was doing my best ignoring her trembling and shuddering in my arms as I walked us down three flights of steep stairs.

When I heard the squealing of tires my heart had stopped. All I could picture was Emerson losing control and slamming into one of the many trees that lined the road and driveway. The car had finally come into view and the three of us had waited until it sped past before we unloaded our magazines into the second car.

Four men.

Four fucking men had been following them. No way in hell they would’ve been able to fight their way out of that.

If we had been five minutes later, Anaya and Emerson would’ve been gone. If we’d run into traffic on the highway—gone. If Dec hadn’t driven like a maniac—gone.

The thought made me want to wage violence and at the same time fall to my knees.

I had her. She was here. Safe. In my arms. But she was quaking like a leaf. And she’d said nothing.

Thad pushed open the door in front of us. With his arms full of Emerson, he held it open with his foot.