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He grunts and collapses to the floor.
Clenching my fists, I watch as he slowly struggles to his feet. Wiping blood from the corner of his mouth he smiles at me. “Still got it I see.”
“I hope you enjoyed your pathetic life because you're about to take your last breath,” I murmur.
Charging me, I lift my arm just as he reaches me and force the blade of my knife into his neck. Twisting the blade, I hear the crunch of his skin as he begins to gurgle. Blood pools in his mouth, and a broad smile spreads over my face as I watch the life drain from his eyes.
Yanking the knife free of his skin, he drops instantly at my feet, his blood pooling around his body.
Savannah darts up bolting toward me, I catch her just in time as she throws her entire body at me.
“Ssh, it’s okay I’ve got you, baby,” I whisper, her body shakes as sobs rip through her.
Her pain slices my heart open.
Taking a breath of her, her familiar smell invades my nostrils and I hold her a little tighter.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” I say as I lift her in my arms higher, carrying her through the wreckage.
“P-please.” She cries. “Please don’t leave me again,” she whispers, her breath fanning across my cheek.
“Never, kitten. Fuck, I’m never leaving you again,” I say, holding her close to my body as we leave it all behind.
Sleeping peacefully beside me, I watch Savannah out of the corner of my eye, too afraid she’ll disappear again.
Lifting her hand that’s resting in mine, I kiss the top of her hand and gently lay it back in my lap.
As soon as we’re settled, I'm teaching her how to defend herself. She didn’t have to say it out loud, I knew the moment she fell into my arms that fucker touched her.
Rain pours down around us as we drive. I know I should be grateful, grateful that Savannah is unharmed, and that Pasquale will pay with his life, but I can't help feeling guilty.
I should be with them, that was the plan. But when I look over at Savannah, nothing feels more right,
I may have been ready to end my life, to leave everything behind, but I never thought I’d get a second chance. Still, when I look at her, it feels like home.
It feels like I belong.
“Bastardo-Bastard, you better not—”Bishop snaps when he answers my call.
“She’s safe. As a matter of fact, we’re upstairs.”
“Bring him to me,” I hear him say.
Moments later, Dexter appears and together we walk down to meet Bishop.
Before I speak, Bishop lands a punch straight to my nose.
I groan, holding my nose, then wipe the blood on my leather jacket.
“I should put a bullet straight between your eyes. In fact ...” Bishop grabs his gun, lifting it to focus on me.
I don’t flinch, I don’t even reach for my gun or the many knives I carry.
“Seems fitting, for atraditore-traitorlike you,” Bishop snaps
I smirk and look past him to where Pasquale is slumped back in his chair.
“I see you got started on the fun without me.”
