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I huff as force my back straight and march into the bedroom. Monty has Laiken face down on the bed, with his knees holding her legs in place. Her pants are halfway down as she thrashes around in an effort to keep him off. But the sound of her screams keep him from hearing me come in.
The gun lies on the bed behind him, and I consider taking it, but that would be too easy. Too humane for what he deserves.
No. He gets to die as slowly and painfully as possible.
With the adrenaline coursing through me, I grab Monty by the back of the neck and rip him off my wife. His eyes widen in shock and panic as I take him to the fucking ground.
He doesn’t fight back, but then again, I don’t give him the chance to. I grab his head and slam it into the ground repeatedly, watching as blood starts to pool under it. My clenched fist flies into his face, and I can feel as the bones break beneath the surface. But even when he goes limp, I can’t stop.
His face is covered in blood. There isn’t a single part of him that’s recognizable. But I keep swinging. Keep pummeling into him with an unmatched force, until a gentle touch rests on my shoulder.
“Hayes,” Laiken says softly. “You can stop. He’s gone. He can’t hurt us anymore.”
But this time, I want to be sure.
I take two fingers and press them against neck, searching for a pulse, but there isn’t one.
He’s fucking dead.
Finally feeling like I can breathe, I slump back and pull Laiken into me. I need to see that she’s okay. That she’s alive and not missing more of the pieces he wanted to take from her.
“He didn’t…” I ask, not even able to say the words.
She shakes her head, gripping at me tightly. “No.”
Thank fuck.
I run my hand over her face and watch her as my breathing starts to slow. When I can’t hold back anymore, I pull her in and cover her mouth with mine. She breathes the life right back into me. There’s nothing else in the world that matters.
Only her.
Only this.
Only us.
When we break apart, I glance over at Monty’sofficiallydead body and then back to Laiken. “For the record, this time I killed him intentionally, and I won’t fucking apologize for it.”
She huffs out a laugh, looking at me in disbelief. “I won’t ask you to.”
I kiss her again, only to be interrupted by the sound of Mali’s voice echoing in the other room.
“For the love of fuck, you two can be gross at home,” she calls. “Get me the hell out of here.”
Shit, right.
Laiken chuckles weakly as she stands up and puts her hand out to help me. I can still feel the pain in my back, but I’ll take pain with a victory over feeling nothing because I’m dead.
We go back out into the living room, and I work to untie Mali first while Laiken tries to wake Cam. She’s lightly tapping his face and saying his name, but there’s nothing.
He shouldn’t still be out.
The moment Mali is free, she drops down in front of Cam. “Babe. Babe, you’ve got to wake up.”
I work to untie his wrists, watching as his arms fall to their sides, and dread fills me from head to toe. My eyes meet Laiken’s, which are starting to fill with tears, and Mali begins to cry.
“You are not allowed to fucking die on me, Blanchard,” she scolds between sobs. “I swear, if you don’t wake the fuck up, I’ll make sure everyone you’ve ever known thinks you have a tiny dick!”
In the best timing known to man, Cam stirs, finally coming to. Laiken and I exhale in relief. He must remember where we are because he jolts in a panic and looks around. Mali still has tears streaming down her face as she lets out a wet laugh and puts her hand on his cheek.
