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“You’re alive?” I shake my head, blinking furiously in disbelief at what I’m seeing.
I toss the firearm down and run to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. Holding him tight, I gaze up into his beautiful face. “You’re alive.”
Though Rowan’s response to me isn’t as warm as I’d hoped for, it’s not a surprise. Still, it stings.
He detaches me from him and pushes me away. “What are you doing here?”
“We came to take the house back from Declan.”
“Who’s we?”
“The Sinacore Alliance and me. Phil and Axle are also here.”
His brows raised, he asks, “They’re alive?”
“Axle saved us. Rowan, he told me everything.” I slap his chest, and, against my will, I begin to cry. “You idiot. If you’d told me the truth from the beginning, I would never have…” I stop, unable to continue without hating myself more. “But you’re here now and you’re alive. How are you alive?”
“Gideon didn’t intend on killing me.”
Frowning, I look up at him. “But he told me he’d executed you.”
“When did he say that?”
“I went to see him. I begged him to return you to me. He gave me your necklace and two pennies.”
“Gideon didn’t say anything.” He reaches for the necklace, only to find it’s no longer there. “It must have fallen off,” he says absentmindedly. Then his intense gaze meets mine “You’re doing this for me?”
“Yes. I regretted everything the moment I did it. Then Axle told me the truth and I died a thousand times inside. I love you, Rowan. Please forgive me.”
“We’re both to blame, Lou. Fuck, what a mess.” Finally, his arms come around me and I sink into him and breathe.
“You came with Gideon,” I state. “Are you working with him now?”
“He’s my brother.”
I snap my face up to his. “What?”
Shots ring out nearby and he turns to the door. “Another time. I need to get you out of here.”
Grabbing tight hold of my hand, he begins to move us toward the door. Although some of the fighting has died down, there are still men going head-to-head.
I peek over the railing to spot Phil taking on a guy with his fists. Beyond him, Daniel is finishing off another.
Just as I’m wondering where Papá could be, he steps out of one of the rooms, bloodied and limping but alive.
“Don Fernando!” Rowan calls out as we race down the staircase.
Papá’s expression is as surprised as I’m sure mine was when I first saw him.
“Diós mío, jour here?” he says.
Rowan tries to hand me over to my him. “Get her out of here.”
“The fuck I’m going!” I tug myself free. “Where you go, I’ll follow, remember?”
“This isn’t one of those situations, Lou.”
“I’m staying,” I grit through my teeth.
