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“You’re okay,” I cry.
“Of course we’re okay, Star.” Trace says reaching out and pulling me closer.
“You’re bleeding.” I reach up to touch his spilt brow. He hisses but doesn’t stop me. I look to Boston. “Any news on the others?”
He shakes his head no.
Trace is sent downstairs as Brennan tries to argue with Boston to get his leg looked at but he refuses, arguing that it's just a scratch. It is not a scratch. A bullet grazed his leg.
Ziyon is the next to walk through the door with a handful of his security. Brennan greets him and takes him into the living room.
“I didn’t even see him the entire fucking time. There is something sketchy about him.” Kai grumbles next to me.
I end up in the living room seated on the couch, staring out the window, waiting and hoping that every car that pulls in is them. Other teams have turned up, strangers that I don’t know. Brennan has someone writing down the names of anyone who didn’t make it, doing head counts. But I wait, the background noise becomes a blur. My eyes get heavy, but I refuse to sleep.
A loud noise overhead has me blinking my eyes, and I’m surrounded by darkness. I must have fallen asleep. I sit up and look around. The room has emptied but the noise is persistent. Brennan walks past and notices that I’m awake.
“What’s that noise?” I ask.
“A helicopter,” he replies.
I spring from the couch and run past him, pulling the front doors open. People file out behind me but I ignore them. Creed walks across the front lawn, Chester just behind him and he has Laughn thrown over his shoulder. I crumble as my chest starts to restrict.He has to be okay.Creed sees me go down and runs the distance between us, then lifts me to my feet.
“It’s okay, Tenshi. He'll be fine. He lost a bit of blood and is weak, but we both know he’s too damn stubborn to die.”
I nod as he talks. Chester keeps walking and I turn, following right behind him. He takes Laughn down to the morgue–which is now empty–and lays him down on the cold bench. Creed starts pulling things out of cupboards, and Chester cuts Laughn’s shirt and pants off his body. He has random bullet wounds scattered across his body. I sit in silence and watch as they work together to get Laughn sewn back together. After the final stitch is in place, they look over at me. I move closer and stand by his side, reaching out and taking his hand in mine.
He squeezes my hand. “Baby,” he whisper-croaks.
“Didn’t you knock him out?” I ask incredulously.
Creed laughs. “Nope, that asshole nearly got us killed. He can suffer the consequences.”
In the end, they give him a sedative and move him upstairs and into his bed. I crawl in next to him, careful of his injuries and fall asleep by his side.
23
Jolie
Two weeks have passed since that night. Our lives have somewhat gone back to normal. The guys forced me to go back to school since we have our exams this week. I don’t see why it matters, but they insisted a high school certificate is important. It’s weird going into school now. Boston, Case, Davis, and Marlow are back; according to Brennan and even Ziyon, they need to complete high school to move on to the next stage in Olympia. They've been studying while they were away and only need to pass their exams. Laughn starts back on Monday now that he’s officially off bed rest.
A lot has happened in two weeks. Lawyers are finalising everything with Olympia. Mr. Z’s body was found–Laughn, Creed and Chester barely left him recognisable. The words ‘torn limb from limb’ were used a few times. I try not to think about it.
Betty is missing, and I know that as much as Jimmie is putting on a brave face, he’s worried about her. No one knows what her involvement is but it’s only a matter of time, she can’t hide forever. Her tracking device was shut off before she came to my party, so that makes finding her all the more difficult.
I roll over, unable to just continue laying here. Trace is beside me and has his arm thrown over his face. Every night someone is always in my bed; they haven’t left me alone.
“Don’t stare at me,” he murmurs sleepily, but the smile on his face betrays him. He’s been awake for a while now.
“But you're so pretty, I need to touch you.”
I reach over and run my hand down his stomach and slide my hand under the waistband of his boxers. Things have progressed slowly; Trace wants to take it slow and I can respect that. I’m just grateful he isn’t opposed to touching each other.
“Morning fuckers,” Kai says, walking into my room. I swear there is no point in even having a door; no one seems to knock anyway.
“What do you want, man?” Trace groans. “It’s Saturday, surely we can sleep in just one day.”
“Jolie, remove your hand from his dick. We all have a meeting with the lawyers and need to leave in half an hour and Brennan is having a brain aneurysm downstairs because Chester and Laughn ganged up on him and wouldn’t let him upstairs to wake you up.”
