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“Get the paramedics up here now!” Officer Zimora’s voice cuts through the growing chaos. “Weapons down. Do a sweep to see if there are any others out here.”
“Ty. You’ll be ok.” Kitten cries, and I turn my focus to her, falling to my knees beside Ty. Rhys rips her t-shirt over her head, not fazed by her nudity, as she presses it to Ty’s chest, where blood is oozing out. “You’ll be ok. Ty. Please fight. Don’t leave me.”
The other guys fall to their knees beside me, and I feel Simon take my hand in his trembling one as we look on, feeling helpless as Ty bleeds out in front of us.
“I… love you… baby.” Ty rasps, his voice slurred as he fights to speak.
“Help!” Rhys screams again.
I can hear the paramedics running up, telling us to move, but I fear they are too late.
Ty’s lids slowly fall shut, and the hand Rhys is clutching falls limp as the life seeps out of him.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Rhys
The tears won’t stop falling. Unimaginable pain tears my heart from my chest as the ambulance speeds off with Ty in the back. Even though I don’t have a scrap of fabric on my skin, I feel like I’m burning up.
“Rhys, we need you to calm down.” Officer Zimora is here, looking at me like I’m the one to be afraid of. Maybe I am. Maybe I’m too far gone to be saved now.
I’m a killer. Three people have died tonight by my hand. I remember feeling remorseful after killing Madam Vik, yet now I feel nothing but elated that she, Brock, and Julie have been taken from this earth forever.
“Just give her some space.”
Cass. He’s here with Garrett, Marcus and Simon, forming a barrier between me and the police.
“Rhys!” The cry comes from the shadows, and I squint, trying to make out the form running up the gravel path towards us. “Rhys!” She cries again, and a sob escapes my lips as recognition kicks in.
“Mum,” I whisper, my tears blurring my blood-soaked eyes as a womanly figure skids to a stop in front of my guys. When someone else stops beside her, I know my dad is there too. “Dad?”
My choking sob is all he needs to kick into action, pushing through the wall of muscle and tearing his jumper over his head as he approaches.
“Rhys, honey. I’m just going to slip this on and cover you up.”
I nod, trying not to flinch at his touch, but failing. He holds a calming hand up before trying again, and I let him draw the fabric over my head, slipping my arms in and letting it fall to my knees.
“Rhys.” My mum sobs, stepping past Garrett and Marcus to join her husband before me.
“M-mum. T-Ty got s-shot.”
Slowly she reaches a hand out, an offering for my hand, and I place my trembling fingers against her palm.
“I know, honey. He’s on the way to the hospital. They will take care of him.”
My lip quivers. “W-what if…” I can’t say the words. I can barely think them.
What if he dies?
“Sweetheart, he’s in the best hands now. All we can do is hope.”
Hope? It’s not enough. I want guarantees. I can’t bear the thought of living a life without Ty in it, and by the solemn look on Shaun’s face, I think he feels the same. I don’t know how the other guys feel. They don’t know Ty the way Shaun and I do.
“We found someone!” The voice of a male gains everyone’s attention, and I see a couple of officers helping a limping man dripping with water towards the second ambulance.
I see red. Rage washes over me as the partially burnt face of Terence Hill comes into view. In a hurry of movement, me and my guys all move as one, our eyes trained on the predator of Vixen’s Lodge. I don’t make it far. My dad wraps his arms around me, holding me back, but my guys get further, Garrett reefing Terence from the stunned officers as Simon leaps on him like a crazy man.
I can’t tell what’s happening after that. A sea of bodies swarming in to break up the attack as all four of my guys defend my honour. It takes a few minutes for the officers to drag my snarling guys back, and just when they think they have the situation handled, my mum steps up, a heavy shovel in hand, before she swings it backwards and then slams it into Terence Hill’s manhood.
