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“Fuck,” Creed swears under his breath.
He does. He has someone locked in there and while we’re having sex.
Another loud bang echoes through the room and a scream tears from my throat as one of the doors flies off the wall and slams to the floor. Creed doesn’t move; he keeps me pressed against the wall, his cock buried deep inside of me as he covers my body with his.
“I’m so sorry, Tenshi,” he whispers. Why would he be sorry?
Everything happens in slow motion. A body slips from the small opening, booted feet first.
The man lands in a crouch on the ground. My eyes widen as I take in the colourful artwork marked all over his arms. Those designs are so hauntingly familiar; ones I’ve traced with my fingers numerous times. My vision blurs as I take in the sight before me. My eyes follow his movement as he stands and digs his hands into his dirty blonde hair, ruffling it up.
“Laughn?” I croak, before seeing stars. This can’t be right. He’s dead; they all are. Laughn lets out a groan while stretching his arms above his head.
“What the fuck, bro,” he says, before looking our way and locks eyes with me. I feel my face drain of colour and my world goes black.
**
“I think we finally killed her,” Kai jokes as I start to come to. My head is extremely fuzzy, but I remember Creed being balls deep inside me and Laughn sliding out of a morgue fridge. There's no way, I must have been high. Do dead bodies release toxic gas to humans? Because that’s the only explanation I have. I open my eyes and blink a few times to clear the haze. Creed is kneeling down in front of me, a look of worry etched on his face.
“Are you okay, Tenshi?”
I nod and rub my head. “I…I thought that Laughn was alive. I’m going batshit crazy.”
“I, for one, like your brand of crazy, Baby.”
I scream at the top of my lungs and sit up ramrod straight. The sheet I'm covered with falls to my waist–my nipples pebbling from the cold–reminding me that I was naked before I passed out. So I wasn’t going crazy every time I could sense them. I thought I was just imagining it. Marlow’s shirt that he first gave me–I couldn’t find it for a few days and then it turned up folded on my bed. I figured that someone had done my laundry, but it smelled heavily of sandalwood and an awful lot like him.
I look around the room, and not only is Laughn standing there, but Case, Boston, Marlow and Davis–with his signature scowl–are all watching me, waiting for me to explode. I grab the sheet and cover my chest as I stand on shaky legs. Creed tries to help steady me, but I swat his hand away. Tears start to form in my eyes as I look at the guys that I thought were dead and buried–and gone from my life forever. There is no way they’re standing before me now; I have to be dreaming.
I stumble my way over and come to a complete stop a foot from them. “No, no, no.” I cry, shaking my head. I’m going crazy, it was only a matter of time and here I am. “I fucking lost you, you’re not here. Somebody pinch me, I must be dreaming.”
Laughn leans forward and pinches my skin between his fingers; my hand comes up to rub over the spot that stings. “You’re really here,” I breathe in awe.
“We’re really here, Wildflower.” Case whispers with a smile on his all too handsome face.
“You’re really here!” I yell, launching myself forward and beating my fists against Boston's chest. He pulls me into his arms as I yell and scream, tears spilling down my face and wetting his shirt.
Creed pulls me from Boston’s hold and steps in front of me for protection. I know he can feel the hurt, pain and confusion rolling off me in spades. Exhaustion takes over, losing my grip on the sheet, it falls from my body and I slump to the floor, pulling my legs up and wrapping my arms around them.
Marlow pushes past Creed, who growls in warning.
“Don’t cry, Petal. We'll explain everything.”
He removes his shirt and kneels down in front of me, pulling the material over my head and helps me slip my arms in. Covering me up with his shirt similar to the first night we met.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Chester demands as he enters the room. He stalks his way over to me and a vein protrudes from his forehead as he looks at my tear streaked face. Creed picks me up and cradles me in his arms, sensing the danger in the room and moves me away. “Someone better explain why the fuck she knows about them!”
The murderous glint in his eye is one I don’t want to be on the receiving end of, but I have to try and calm him down. Creed had explained to me the dangers of crossing the line with Chester; I unleashed the beast that he’s been keeping locked away. I have a feeling now that it’s been set free, there’s no going back.
I tap Creed's arm so he lets me down and I walk over to Chester. Brennan and Trace enter the room, the look of shock washes over both of their faces, but they remain quiet and watch the scene unfold.
Chester’s chest is heaving in anger as he stares down the five men standing in front of him; the same men who only a short time ago I thought were dead. I place my hand on his abs, scrunching his shirt in my hand.
“Little Angel, I need you to move away.”
“Chester, look at me.”
He ignores me; his sight locked on them. My tears released the beast from his cage and now he’s out for blood. I remember now, always running to Team Zeus everytime I had a fight with Hades. Chester would always leave me with Creed to calm me down while he stormed off.
