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I just kept playing the whole thing in my head—over, and over, and over.
The day had been going so well, and I’d been feeling tired but fulfilled, like I was back to my normal twelve-hour power shifts on duty for thePredators.
And this had just fucked it all up.
Back at the clubhouse, there was more chaos, and my heart rate shot up until I realized nothing had gone down here; they were reacting to what had happened to us.
It was no surprise to me when Onyx came rushing out as soon as we pulled up, and I was quick to get out of the car, not realizing something was completely different about him until I was right in his face.
“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” I asked.
First thing out of my mouth.
NotI almost died today.
Notthey came for us to get to you.
NotI’m so glad I get to see you again.
But no, seriously though… where the hell were his locs?
The question seemed to stun him, and he put up a hand, nervously swiping it over his head.
As much as I hated to admit it, especially when there were so much more pressing matters at hand, he looked the fuck good. Somehow lessandmore rugged, even with that stupid fucking earring he wore.
I was kinda mad about it.
“Good to see you too,” he said, ignoring the twisted look on my face to pull me into his arms. “What the hell happened?” he asked. “This blood on you, is any of it yours?”
“I don’t think so,” I answered, then looked past him to where Brandon was waiting, surprisingly patiently, for us to be done.
Okay.
Shit.
Back to this fucked up reality for yet another moment.
Onyx seemed nervous about our level of exposure being outside, so he insisted I do my debrief within the confines of the clubhouse. He, Brandon, Teo, Ozias and Retta listened intently while I recounted the story, but when it came time to deliver the “message”, I hesitated.
Because I didn’t know what that message was going to make Onyx do.
He’d already been throughso muchin these people’s hands, I didn’t want to add one more thing to all of it. There was no doubt in my mind, it was going to fuck him up to hear that I could have died because Renard was trying to get to him.
But I couldn’t keep it from him.
Especially since others had heard it anyway.
I didn’t want him to have to hear it from someone else.
His silence about it afterwards was deafening.
It wasn’t that he shut down—not at all. He was right there with hisPredatorsfamily, present for the aftermath, the mourning, the transporting, the mending, all of it.
More hours in a long ass night.
And then, after a second day filled with all that, of being knee deep, head down in the aftermath of the attack… I couldn’t let the silence go any longer.
“Let’s just go,” I suggested into the dark creeping across my bedroom as the sun went down, knowing how ridiculous the words were even as they left my mouth. It was quiet.
