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The harsh tone of my former best friend sounds around us coming from speakers somewhere in the dark and we both lurch around, ready to fucking defend what we came here for.
The buzz of a phone silently ringing gains Slasher’s attention, and he makes sure the screen brightness is down before he answers it.
Ignoring him, I spin back to Zoe and drop to my knees, my fucking hands trembling as I reach out to touch her.
“Princess?”
She doesn’t rouse at my whisper, nor does she react to my touch and I press my palm to her painted face which looks like she has nothing but black fucking pits for eyes in this light.
“Fuck. We gotta get her out of here now.” Slasher growls, and I glance up at him. “That was Munroe. The next part of the night is starting and Zoe is Gunner’s prey. He’s coming after her.”
“Fuck.” I hiss, not bothering to even check if Zoe has a pulse. I sweep her up in my arms and haul ass deeper into the trees.
“Stretch and Munroe are going to run interference. A distraction.” Slasher mutters on my heels. “There’s a stream up ahead. It leads back toward the main road. Let’s follow that and I’ll get someone to pick us up.”
I grunt in agreement, and do nothing but focus on getting my princess out of there as she bounces lifelessly in my arms as we run through the dark.
Wemanage to find the stream Slasher referenced, and I notice he’s using his phone map to guide us.
The cheering up on the hill fades the further we get, but now and then Gunner’s voice sounds on the speakers and I’m fucking glad Zoe can’t hear his words. I just know they would terrorize her.
“Are you ready for me, Sugar? Tonight I’m going to rail your ass so hard your shit will be leakingout for a week.”
“Fuck! Give me permission to hunt him now.” Slasher snarls, skidding to a stop, and I shake my head.
“Not now. Don’t forget our mission.” I snap, and Slasher’s eyes fall to my face and then to Zoe’s slack form in my arms. “He did all of this. He’s the reason my brother is dead.”
Fuck. I know this now too, but we can’t let our emotions get caught up. Not tonight.
“Head in the game,” I snap. “I need my VP here tonight. Revenge will come. I promise you that. But not tonight.”
Thank fuck Slasher nods, gesturing for us to keep going as Gunner’s taunts keep coming but thankfully start getting quieter the more distance we put between us.
A loud explosion sounds back up on the hill, and then fireworks start erupting. Slasher and I don’t stop running, but the distraction Munroe and Stretch have made where the Reapers are helps us see a little better as the reds and greens of the fireworks filter through the trees.
Gunner’s taunting has stopped, and yelling takes its place up on the hill, and I hope like fucking hell my men are alright.
Following the stream, the trees start to thin and the bank starts to narrow as the crop fields pop up on either side of us. Up ahead is an old bridge, and a moment later, the taillights of a car pull up on it before two figures jump out.
“Hurry!”
Relief washes over me at hearing Munroe’s voice, and some fucking how, my legs move faster as we near our escape.
Slasher half drags me up the embankment to get up on the road, and Stretch is standing with the back door open, his eyes trained back toward the Reapers’ ruckus in the distance. I slide into the backseat with Zoe in my arms, and Slasher joins me on the other side, squeezing in with us.
As soon as Stretch and Munroe are back in the car, Munroe plants his foot on the accelerator and gets us the hell out of there.
We are all silent as we drive, like none of us are ready to believe we are safe just yet.
My eyes drop to my princess in my arms and with a shaky hand, I brush some dirt off her forehead, noting the graze on her temple and the scratches on her face.
“Is she okay?” Stretch asks, turning his head to glance at me from where he sits in the front.
“I don’t know.” I rasp, my voice scratchy as I drop my gaze to Zoe again, and my eyes lock on the rise and fall of her chest. “She’s breathing.”
Three audible sighs of relief fill the car, and finally, I let myself acknowledge that it’s actually her in my arms. I have my princess back.
“Did the others get out?” Slasher asks whoever might know, and Munroe answers.
