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His words make me think of Ivan St. James, of course. We still don’t know who the fuck dredged his body up. We’ll have to get back on digging into that once this shit is dealt with. Part of me wonders if it was Julian, and whether he lied about it the same way he lied about so many things.
It would be convenient if it was him, since he’s gone now, but it’s not like we can ask him to be sure.
Knox’s plan is the easiest way to handle this, so we do as he suggested. Just like we did with Julian’s gym, we spray the accelerant around the warehouse, trying to get as much of it as possible, and then we light the building up, walking away from it as it burns.
It feels good to be walking away from it together. To all be in one piece and to know Julian’s dead once and for all. He might have turned this night into a longer one than we planned for, but at least he got his in the end.
Priest will heal, and maybe sometime soon we’ll all be able to relax finally.
It’s a relief to head back home after the night we’ve had. It feels like we left for the party days ago, and like this whole ordeal has been one endless mess that could have taken any length of time. It definitely doesn’t seem like just a few hours.
Harley barks excitedly as soon as we come through the door, jumping around and wagging his tail like he hasn’t seen us in weeks.
I don’t blame him for that.
After everything, I’m the kind of tired that feels bone deep, and everyone else looks as exhausted as I feel.
I remember standing here in the living room before we left for the party, kissing each of them, feeling like we were invincible. It’s a different feeling now, but I’m so fucking relieved to still have them all here with me.
I move to Gage, who has blood splattered on his white dress shirt. His tie is long since gone, and his hair is a mess. His green eyes are a little wild when I look close, and I know it was hard for him to see the plan go so horribly out of control tonight, just like it did at the church. He considers himself the leader, and we all look to him that way, and it weighs heavier on him when things don’t work out.
I reach up and touch his face, smoothing one hand up his cheek. Gage gives me a small smile, and it even almost reaches his eyes. He pulls me in close and kisses my forehead before drawing back to look at me again.
“You’re a fucking warrior,” he murmurs. “Never think differently. After what you did tonight, nothing can stop you.”
“No, it can’t. Not when I have you guys at my back,” I murmur, and he’s still smiling as he releases me.
I move to Ash next. It feels like a very, very long time ago that the two of us were going at it in that closet in Alec Beckham’s house, but when I look at him, I know he’s thinking about it too.
He grins tiredly and reaches for my hand. He kisses my palm and then each of my fingers, ignoring the fact that they’re dirty and streaked with blood.
“I’d tell you all the things I want to do to you after how bad ass you were tonight, but I think I’d fall asleep halfway through.” He chuckles. “Rain check?”
“Always,” I tell him, leaning up to kiss his cheek.
Knox is next. I’ve never seen him as pissed off as he was tonight, standing there in helpless fury while we had to watch Julian drag Priest away.
It’s not his style to stand down, and there’s still some of that anger in his face, in the way he holds himself. I feel like he’s going to need to get this frustration out somehow, even if things are over now.
As soon as I get close to him, he yanks me right up against his body and buries his face in the crook of my neck. He breathes me in, his fingers digging into my hip as he holds on tight.
Neither of us says anything for a long moment, and then he pulls back and he looks a little better. Of all the men—except for Priest—he’s the most blood-spattered, and I know he threw himself into that fight hard because he needed to kill and hit and hurt to deal with his feelings.
“You killed that fucker,” he says, reaching up to grip my chin. There’s so much pride in his voice, and I smile at the sound of it.
“I didn’t make him suffer the way he deserved,” I admit, grimacing.
Knox shakes his head. “Nah. He suffered. He thought he was going to get the better of us, and you beat him at his own game. He died knowing he was a fucking failure, basically pissing himself with his own fear of what was coming. That’s what matters.”
Hearing those words makes me feel better about how Julian’s death went down. Of all the guys, Knox understands this part of me the best, and if he says it was good enough, then maybe it was.
I let out a little breath and then move to Priest.
He’s still standing, but it’s clear he’s worn down and in pain.
I reach for his hand, and he takes it, threading our fingers together. “We should get you cleaned up,” I tell him. “You look terrible.”
A little smile lights his face, and he pulls me in closer to him. “I know.”
