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“I don’t want Donnie to disappear.” Nero explains with little patience. “And I sure as shit wouldn’t call you for that. What I want is his identity known. I want to use him for a message.” There’s a pause. “That if anyone tries to fuck with our women, King will beat them to death with his bare fucking hands.”

I flex my fists.He’s not wrong.

The sirens are growing louder.

I notice Duke’s low growls and finally tell him to “Settle.” I croak the word, but he still hears me, and falls silent. I reach out and pat him on the back. “You’re a good boy.”

He lets out a chuff, then bounds past me back down the stairs.

Savannah.

A small feminine moan has me moving, climbing off of the last O’Reilly corpse.

When I turn, I find Savannah rolling onto her back, as she lets out a pained sound.

“No,” I skip three steps on my way down to get to her. “Baby, don’t move.”

Her arm is partially lifted, and I don’t know if she’s trying to sit up, but if she is, I want to stop her. So I reach for her.

And she flinches.

I freeze and our eyes lock.

And all I can see in hers is fear.

Her lips move, making no sound, and then her lids close and her arm drops to her chest as she loses consciousness.

The feeling I’m left with is…nothing.

An emptiness. Like everything that was once inside me is now gone.

Just like that.

Slowly. So slowly. I lower myself to the ground beside her, the stairs at my back, so I’m between her and Donnie.

Duke lays down at her other side, letting out small whines.

I want to touch her.

Need to feel her body filling with breath.

But she… She doesn’t want me to touch her.

She’s…

I rest my forearms on my thighs, letting my hands hang.

Savannah is afraid of me.

And why shouldn’t she be?

All of this. All of it happened because of me.

I kidnapped her from her life and thrust her into mine.

How many times did she try to run from me?

She ran from me down these same stairs.

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