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“You killed him!” I stare back at the monster in front of me.
“I got frustrated when I realized you weren’t there. Ava, a lot of thought went into this plan. You forced me into rushing it when you left early, and then you threw everything offfuckingkeel when you came here.”
“And what about me? Are you gonna kill me too?” I try not to sound scared but fail. I can see Scott is capable of anything, and that makes me petrified.
“That’s up to you, sweetheart.” He makes it sound so simple as he smiles back at me with affection. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” His gun trails down my neck, and when he kisses me again, I have to squirm and let him. When he places the gun on the counter and picks up the hunter’s knife, I hold my breath.
“Relax, baby.” He smiles up at me as he slashes the blade through the ropes that are binding my ankles.
“I’m just giving myself better access.”
I try not to scream, and as he nudges my legs apart, they automatically resist him. “Come on, Ava, I know you're not shy.” He fiddles with his belt to get it loose, and I close my eyes and pray for a miracle as he guides himself toward me.
That miracle seems to come when the boat jerks and knocks Scott off balance. It makes him defensive, and when the cabin door swings open and Isaac thunders in, Scott shoves me in front of his body like a shield, reaches for the gun, and holds it at my temple again. Isaac looks ready to kill, but when he sees the position I’m in, all that anger morphs into worry.
“I won’t let you take her. She’smine,” Scott tells him, gripping me tight and pressing the gun deeper into my skull.
“It’s ok, Princess, just stay calm.” All of Isaac’s attention is on me as he takes a tiny step closer and lifts his hand back to hold off the men who are behind him.
“Don’t call her that! And get the fuck off this boat!” Scott yells, and I feel the tears flow over my cheeks as reality hits. Scott has killed, and he will kill again. I can’t have his next victim be Isaac. I shake my head helplessly at the man I’ve fallen in love with.
“Ava, I want ya to look at me and listen to what I’m sayin’, okay?” Isaac may be talking calmly, but the look in his eyes is savage. I nod my head back at him.
“I never knew the true value of a moment until it became a memory.” He recites the Dr. Seuss quote I said to him at the airport, and I have no idea why until I notice his eyes glance down at my feet. It clicks into place when I see he’s holding three fingers against his thigh, and I smile at him through my tears because I understand.
“What the fuck is this loser talking about?” Scott asks, but I ignore him. Instead, I watch Isaac slowly tuck away each finger into a fist, and as soon as there are none left I lift my knee and slam my heel into Scott’s foot. The shock has him loosening his grip enough for me to wriggle free, and as soon as I’m clear Isaac charges his whole body into Scott, grappling him to the ground.
The pair of them struggle in the small space, and I scream as I feel myself being pulled out of the cabin. I look up and see Bulletproof, and his heavy hand presses my face into his chest so I can’t see anything. I hear the sounds of the struggle, the crashing, and the groans. When I hear the gun go off, I scream so loud, it pierces my ears.
“It’s okay.” Bulletproof takes my head between his hands and forces me to focus on him. “It’s okay.” He stares me in the eye, and when he raises them over my head and smiles, I spin around and see Isaac’s tall body crouched in the cabin doorway.
“Isaac!” I run at him and wrap my arms around his waist, and when his sticky fingers lift up my chin, so he can kiss me, I don’t care that they’re covered in blood.
“I thought he’d shot you.” I pull away so I can check him over.
“He did. But he grazed it.” Isaac’s eyes fall down to his bicep, and I notice the blood seeping through the rip in his shirt.
“Is he dead?” I check.
“Yeah, he’s dead,” Isaac tells me softly, and relief has me throwing my arms around his neck and squeezing him tight.
“Come on, let’s get ya home.” He taps my back when he pulls away.
“I’m staying here.” The words blurt out, and he stares back at me, confused.
“Darlin’, we can’t stay here; we’re gonna have to clean this, and Scott’s mess up too. I need to get ya back to the club.”
“I don’t mean here. I mean in Springdale. I don’t need to go to California. I want to be here with you.” I watch the smile lift onto his lips as he bends down and lifts me up over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he steps off the boat and carries me down the wharf.
“I’m puttin’ you on my saddle, and I’m takin’ ya home.” He squeezes my ass cheek in his palm before he slaps it, and I laugh out loud. I laugh despite the fact this man just killed my psycho stepbrother, and my ex is dead in a car trunk somewhere, and that leaves me with no doubt that I belong with these people.
1 Month Later
“You’re back.” Ava’s wide smile greets me the second I step through the clubhouse doors, and she runs at me so I can lift her up in my arms.
“Jeez, I’ve only been gone three days.” I place her back on her feet and chuckle.
