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“You better take advantage of your momentary freedom because once we reactivate the chip, I’m raining hell on your world, starting with that cheap whore you all can’t seem to give up,” she yells.
Narrowing my gaze, I retort, “I guess you really are as dumb as you look.” Then I lift my heel off her, replacing it with my hand around her throat and squeezing. “You’ve been out-maneuvered. You showed your hand too early. Don’t you know the house always wins,” I snap as I hoist her by her throat off the ground.
“What is the meaning of this? Let that poor girl go,” a woman with blonde hair orders, and I throw my head back and laugh at the looks of disgust she and her brunette friend exchange. “How dare you treat your fiancée this way.”
Samantha whimpers, playing the victim, and I roll my eyes—victim, my ass. She’s as much of a damsel in distress as I am kind. They can believe her bullshit all they want. It won’t stop the death awaiting her. “Mind your fucking business unless you want the weight of the Fraternitas on both your poorly dyed heads,” I command.
They gasp in shock, ready to leave, when a familiar voice booms, “Now, is that any way to treat a woman?” Senator Matthew Baker coos. “I would’ve thought my brother taught you better than that.”
This asshole still believes he’s related to me. I open my mouth to rebuff him when Sebastian’s curt tone fills my ear. “Don’t tell him shit. We need him to find out at the right time.”
My lip curls in annoyance. “Why?”
“Lev believes we can work it in our favor. He needs to see it at the end of the engagement party. Let Samantha go and meet us outside. We need to get to the hospital. Ariah’s more important.”
Huffing, I release my hold, and she crashes to the ground. Then I step over Samantha and past Senator Baker, sneering down at him before I run to meet the guys.
47
SEBASTIAN
“What the fuck?” I snarl, running my hands through my hair. The once perfectly styled look is in tatters, but none of that matters. I look at the row of our cars. Each one has its tires slashed, and various expletives are keyed all over them. And by the fumes attacking my nose, I’m confident each car is sitting on empty.
“Shit. This isn’t good,” Owen groans. “We don’t have time for this.”
The sound of more dress shoes running across the pavement indicates the rest of the guys are here.
“Tell me we have a spare car around here,” Wyatt sighs, and I don’t have to look at him or anyone else to know their brows furrow in worry.
Wes pulls a set of keys from his pocket, then starts his father’s midnight black Maybach SUV. “Won’t he be pissed you took this?” I ask.
“Not under these circumstances. One of us should text the Council we’re leaving and that O is now free—shit, we all are,” Wes suggests as we pile into the car.
I nervously chew at my lip. It’s not a habit I’ve shown since I was young. It’s a clear indicator of my worry. Ariah can’t lose the babies, and we can’t lose her. I’ll fight fate itself if it tries me. We’ve been through enough. Fuck! She’s endured more than any one person should ever have to. Especially while pregnant.
“What if she loses the babies,” Wyatt chokes out.
“That’s not an option on the table,” Owen snaps. “She and our babies will be fine. You’ll all see. They’ll be more than fine even.” It sounds like he’s trying to reassure himself as he tries to convince us, but I’m with him.
Lev’s fingers are flying over the keys on his laptop. “She’s been given a room, and her vitals are high, but she’s outside the danger zone.”
“Did you hack the hospital computer?” Wes chimes from the front.
“He absolutely has,” Owen grins. “I’d kiss you if I knew you wouldn’t punch me for touching you.”
Wyatt snorts as his shoulders relax slightly. “I second the kiss. I might even throw in a handy,” he jokes, and we all burst into laughter.
Minutes later, we’re pulling into the hospital, leaving the keys with the valet. “Scratch this car, and I’ll eat your firstborn,” Wes threatens, and the poor guy looks like he just about shit himself before scurrying away.
No one speaks the entire elevator ride to the fourth floor. Once the doors open, I crack my neck. It’s time to get our girl.
48
WYATT
We walk down the hall like five of the seven deadly sins. My usual unsettlingly calm heart beats triple its normal speed. I can feel her pumping through my veins, renewing my will to live.
My cool confidence isn’t manufactured—ninety-nine percent of the time, every fiber of my being oozes surety. Tonight. . . tonight’s events rocked me to my core. Hearing Owen’s fear over the comms froze me still. Carrying the weight of everyone’s doubts so we don’t lose hope drains me, but I wouldn’t change a thing.
