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I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt as cold as I did right then.
Because I’d already witnessed this evil and had escaped it. Survived it. And now that same evil was letting me know it was coming for me.
“I’ve got you,” Diggs repeated, but I was so caught up in the twisted flashes of nightmares—old and new—that I didn’t notice at first how different his voice sounded.
How confused.
I didn’t notice that we’d stopped walking or that Diggs had pulled me against his chest and was holding me like he’d never let me go.
I didn’t notice that he had his phone out again until he was softly seething into it. “Where are you? It’s on my bike.”
My eyelids felt heavy as I blinked, trying to orient myself again. Realizing on a delay that we were on the other side of my apartment complex, and Diggs’ motorcycle was beside us. The same symbol tattooed multiple times on his body was painted all over it—the symbols bleeding at random as if it’d been done while the bike was wet.
“I’m not going near my apartment until someone’s here with her,” he went on, voice a hard command. “So, fucking get here.”
“That’s your bike,” I said numbly. “You live here?”
“Yes, Tree, I live here,” he ground out, voice shaking with adrenaline or rage or fear, or maybe all three. “We own the complex.”
A stunned laugh left me, but it sounded flat and lifeless as I stared at the repetitive lines and circles covering the motorcycle.
“Listen carefully,” he went on as his mouth fell to my ear. “Dare, Mav, and Kieran are coming. You’ll go with Dare. I need you to know you will be safe with him.”
My fingers clenched tighter against his shirt that I’d gripped at some point, but I forced myself to nod.
“Remember who we are and what we do—we keep the reality of our lives hidden from the public. So, when they get here, it’ll just be a normal morning for them and us. Understand?”
“I understand.”
Just then, a black car came to an abrupt stop behind him, the doors opening and revealing the terrifying men I’d met just over twelve hours ago and was now expected to put my trust in.
Diggs only shifted his head enough to see who was coming up behind us before focusing on me again. His hands curled around the sides of my neck and tipped my head back to search my face as if there weren’t symbols and chairs and messages being left for us.
“You still handling me?” he asked softly.
A breathless sound that was all worry and trust bled from me as I nodded. “I’m handling you.”
“Good.” He lowered his head, his mouth brushing mine when he whispered, “Because I love you.”
DIGGS
I reluctantly released Willow and stepped away, my mind pulling in different directions and dizzying me up.
What I’d found.
Willow...
What I might find.
Willow...
Johnny’s family.
Willow...
Keane Street Gang.
Willow. Willow. Willow.
