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I hope he can’t feel how sharp my pins are. I can feel them shifting against my scalp and pretend I’m trying to pry his meaty fingers from my hair as I work on carefully getting a pin out of my hair. I can hear Líadan’s hissed demands that her father let me go, but push them to the back of my mind.
I need to finish what I started. Sorry, Líadan.
“Make me,” I tell him, letting loose a hysterical giggle as I manage to pull loose my weapon. Lenny made sure to secure it all first before pushing the weapons into my bun. It would suck to show my hand too quickly.
“Stupid bitch! Oye, Cormac, start tallying up the bids while I teach this little girl a lesson. I want to know who will get the pleasure of breaking her in,” Seán snarls, yanking me closer to him. My scalp feels as if it’s on fire, but I’m close enough to slap the mafia boss, so I do. The gasps are enough to make me smile inside as he backhands me.
“Daddy, stop!” Líadan cries out, and I don’t have the heart or the time to warn her he won’t stop. I can’t afford him to. I needto be a little closer as I hide the pin in the palm of my hand, as I touch my throbbing cheek with the back of it.
“So very weak,” I murmur as I push my knee between his legs to rest on the chair. I’m going to need a little leverage for this, after all.
“Women are weak,” he hisses. “I will be pulling the strings while my daughter does whatever I fooking tell her to do.”
Now we’re getting somewhere.Pushing myself up onto my knee as he pulls my face closer to his so I’ll hear him, I move my pin into position. “Why are fathers such a disappointment?” I ask. I honestly want to know, but I need just a little more leverage…
“Because you put too much faith in us and we are simply men,” he growls.
“Tianna McCall is the winning bid,” Cormac yells out just as I plunge the pin deep into Seán’s neck.Looks like it’s just about time to go.His eyes widen and blood bubbles along his lips are the only sign that he’s been wounded as I wrestle his fingers out of my hair and pull another pin from it.
Unfortunately, I pull out the wrong one, and my hair tumbles down my back as I stab him again for good measure in his trachea, pulling up to tear it. I’m sprayed with blood, but I don’t pay attention to it as I stumble back.
Líadan’s eyes are wide as they fill with tears, but they’re also hard and I know she heard her father’s words.
“I’m sorry,” I mouth as I glance over to look at my uncle as my feet start to move. Something tells me he won’t be able to come with me now, either.
“Go, Lay, and don’t look back,” Jordan roars at me as I turn and start to run. The heels give me a little difficulty and then I’m flying as the room explodes into screams and accusations. My hands run through my hair to pull more weapons, and I screamas a gunshot goes wide over my shoulder. I can feel the heat from the bullet, but keep running.
One of Seán’s goons grabs me around the waist, lifting me up, and I scream. The time for being quiet is over. I am not too proud to take help from my big sister or her husbands right now. I’m all alone in enemy territory.
Kicking and elbowing, I ignore how my head swims from Seán’s earlier blow. Using my blades, I stab and slice, though it’s hard to get anywhere vital. The goon grunts as he lets me go, and I whirl around to see Lenny grinning as she stands behind me. “Let’s get the fuck out of here, Lay.”
Nodding, I blink back my tears from how fucking exhausted I am. I just hope everyone else is okay, because I have no idea where they are.
“Tyler?” I ask as I grab her hand to follow her.
Lennon shakes her head as we run. “I haven’t seen any of the guys, but Orion, Derek, and Turner will make sure everyone gets out. You’re my priority right now. Roark is clearing our exit with Greg,” she explains.
Lenny clears our path as we run, slashing and stabbing anyone who gets in our way.
“Layla!” I hear someone scream my name. I shouldn’t turn, but I start anyway. I lose Lenny's hand as I do, and come face to face with Bruin aiming his gun at me. My ankle chooses to roll as he pulls the trigger, and everything feels as if it’s moving in slow motion. The world bleeds of all sound as I begin to fall, helpless to move out of the way.
Atlas is running toward me on my left side, but I don’t think he’ll be able to help. Tears stream down my face as I realize I’m not going to survive this. Everything was for…
A tank hits my body just before the bullet does, and I scream. It’s as if the world jump starts again as I feel Atlas’ body jerk as the gunshot meant for me hits him.
“Help me up, I’m fine,” he growls as he forces himself to his knees. Yanking off these cursed heels, I struggle to help him up, and then O is next to me.
“Bruin is dead,” he reports as he shoves his shoulder under Atlas and pulls his arm around him. “Keep going, Layla.”
Nodding even as it feels like my heart is going to explode, I keep going as a war zone continues around us. Lennon is waiting for us in the hallway entrance, eyes panicked. “What the fuck,” she asks as she watches O help Atlas.
“Bruin shot at me, and Atlas tackled me out of the way,” I whimper. Blinking hard, I can’t keep it together anymore. Lennon hugs me as we follow O and Atlas down the hallway.
“It looks like it’s just his shoulder,” Lennon whispers in my ear as we run. “Greg will be able to tell better on the bus. Atlas is too much of a surly bastard to let a bullet take him away from you.”
Realizing this is her way of saying that she forgives him, I sob as I keep my arm around her waist. I can barely see due to my tears, so I definitely need her reassuring presence. Greg and Turner are waiting for us at the door, keeping it clear as he shoves it open for us.
“Everyone is clear,” Greg reassures me. “Derek and Roark are currently struggling to keep Tyler, Draven, and Mav on the bus, so let’s get the fuck out of here, yeah? Roark had to switch spots with Turner because he’s just a bigger bastard.”
