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The Rover’stail lights vanished from view, carrying Ava Jade and Becca away from Nomansland. Away from us.
Numbly, I watched them go, only half aware of Diesel exiting the warehouse behind us, grunting as the others helped him walk.
“Get in the fucking car,” Rook growled, stalking back toward the stolen Civic still idling with three doors open wide to the night air. “We need to go after her.”
“No,” Corvus called, his voice a deadened monotone.
When Rook spun to glare at Corvus, nostrils flaring, I cringed at the mosaic of pain and fury in his black eyes. There wasn’t much that affected him like that, mostly because he didn’t give two shits about anything in this world except for us.
Us and her.
“No?” Rook demanded, his body heaving as heavy breaths flooded his lungs and a muscle twitched in his upper lip. “What do you mean ‘no’?”
Corvus’ hurt gaze dragged to me, but I wouldn’t help him. I couldn’t.
Didn’t know what to do.
She left.
She left.
Becca betrayed her, betrayed us, and she saved her anyway. Saved her and left us behind.
“Boys,” Diesel called, his voice tight.
Blinking, I looked away from Rook’s seething anger and Corvus’ cold eyes, finding my feet as I turned to face our father.
Neither Corvus nor I stopped Rook as he stormed back, his face pinched as he strode straight to Diesel, making our father stand straighter, shucking off the help of Pinkie and Axel helping him stand.
My stomach turned as Rook stopped no more than a few inches from Diesel, his entire body shuddering with barely controlled rage. “Why?” he hissed in Diesel’s face.
“You know why, Son,” Diesel replied calmly.
“Becca is a girl who made a foolish mistake,” Rook snarled, his fists turning to claws at his sides. “She was manipulated. Played. She—”
“Is a girl who could’ve gotten you all killed,” Diesel finished, snapping back at Rook.
My brother scoffed, bringing up a hand to rub over the stubble coating his jaw as he stepped back, purposefully putting distance between himself and Diesel, not trusting his control.
“Boss, here,” Pinkie said, setting a chair in the middle of the abandoned road for Diesel to sit on, a first aid kit hanging from his pinkie. “Sit down, let’s patch that up—”
“No,” Diesel replied. “I’ll do it. Leave the kit. Get the others to the Vet before they bleed out. We’ll come back for Garrett’s body.”
Ice water filtered into my veins, and I closed my eyes against a wave of stomach-churning vertigo.
I knew Garrett. He was a good man. But I couldn’t fault AJ for doing what she felt she needed to survive. This was as much Diesel’s fault as it was hers.
“Boss…”
“Go. I need to talk to my sons.”
Pinkie hesitated, eyeing us all in turn before doing as he was bid, piling the other injured Saints into a van before taking off.
Diesel kept a wary eye on a pacing Rook as he sank onto the chair and opened the first aid kit with sloppy fingers. He was pale, I realized. Far too pale. The hollows beneath his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them.
I wanted to be angry with him like Rook. I wanted to hate him. To run after Ava Jade and put my arms around her. Keep her safe. Take her far away from here.
But also…
