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Kinda like Damian.
Lethe was tall, at least six foot five, and muscular but lean. He had dark brown hair, short on the sides and long on the top, with errant strands flopping onto his tanned forehead. Like his friends, all of his tattoos had a theme—specific events from the Greek underworld. I recognized a few of them from my brother’s art. Aiden loved Greek mythology and often spray painted murals inspired by his favorite stories.
Luca removed his hand from my briefs so he could turn to look out the back window. All the guys had their eyes on the SUV barreling toward us. Three men hung out the windows with machine guns in their hands. My nails pinched Luca’s bicep.
He hooked his arm around me as he reached for the gun holstered to his chest. “It’s okay, baby girl. I’ll burn down the world before I let them touch you.”
A bullet sank into the bumper, and I screamed. The windows rolled down, each of my men hanging out the window to shoot at the assholes following us. Marcello joined Luca on my left, Damian helping Bastian on my right.
“Put your head between your legs, princess.” Marcello’s deep voice comforted me, even in times of distress. “Do it. Now!”
Shaking uncontrollably, I obeyed his command and tucked my head between my legs, gripping my knees to steady my nerves. Tears leaked from my eyes and streamed down my cheeks. I thought we were safe. That all the bullshit we went through to leave The Mansion meant we could drive back to Devil’s Creek without a fight.
“Alpha Command is five minutes out,” Marcello shouted over the gunfire.
Another shot hit the back window, but the car must have been bullet proof because it didn’t shatter the glass. In fact, none of their bullets seemed to do much to our vehicle. Knowing my guys, this was the equivalent of an armored truck, complete with our own security detail.
Morpheus swerved when another shot hit a tire.
“You better be waiting at the rendezvous point,” Marcello yelled into the watch on his wrist. “We can’t hold out much longer.”
He was talking to one of his Alpha Command team members.
I covered my ears, keeping my head low as shots hit the car. My men fired back, keeping pace with the assholes behind us. The car veered to the right, and we hit a bump into the road, throwing me into Luca’s side.
He snaked his arm around me and pushed my head back down. “It will all be over soon, Drea.” His fingers ran up and down my back in a soothing motion that seemed unnatural for him. “Just breathe, baby girl. We’ll get you home soon.”
I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of his deep voice. Bastian ducked to allow Damian to cover his side. And then he was on top of me, pressing his hard chest to my back.
“I got you, Cherry.” He tucked my curls behind my ear and then rocked me. “It’s okay.”
I must have been acting worse than I realized. Sometimes, I went to a dark place inside my mind where no one could reach me.
Had I done that?
That was the problem with my medical condition. I had highs and lows, extreme ups and downs. Sounds, smells, and high-stress situations brought back all the awful memories. All the unwanted feelings I’d spent years trying to bury.
“Bash,” I whispered, hoping he could hear me over the gunfire.
He leaned down. “Yeah, Cherry?”
I peeked up at him. “In case I die today, I need you to know I meant what I said last night.”
His gray eyes illuminated from a genuine smile that graced his full lips. “I know, baby.”
“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way about me.”
Bastian kissed the top of my head, cradling the side of my face with his big hand. He lowered his voice so only I could hear him. “What I feel for you goes beyond love. It’s unnatural.”
I laid my head back on his strong chest and smiled. The moment was perfect until we swerved off the road.
Morpheus attempted to maintain control of the vehicle. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Put on your fucking seatbelts and hold on.”
I clung to Bastian’s side, fear rocking through me as I gripped his arm. We drove toward a storm drain at full speed, the tires flattening with each step closer to our deaths.
Bastian held my head against his chest and whispered, “Don’t look, Cherry.”
Luca slid closer, then threw his body over top of mine to shield me from the impact of the crash. I felt Marcello and Damian’s hands on my shoulders. At least if we were going to die, we would go out together.
