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He yanked me harder, one arm in a stranglehold around my throat and the other hit the desk. I didn’t see it until it was too late. My vision focused on the white sparks dancing in my eyes and missed the shine of steel…until he lifted his hand and I saw the blade.
“No…no…no…no.”
“You won’t give me what I want?” He grunted, lifting the blade as high as he could. “Then I’ll take it for myself.”
My baby bucked inside me, kicking and pushing until, in one final shove, he drove deep into my belly as the knife arced down. I shoved backwards, throwing myself to the side. Hale let me go…watching me stagger. Warmth slipped down…trickling out of me.
Until I looked down…and saw the hilt of the blade.
Buried deep inside me.
Movement came from the doorway. I slowly lifted my head, my world slowing to a crawl as London and the Sons shoved the door wide, before freezing, staring at me with the knife in my belly.
“My babies.” I whimpered before my knees buckled, sending me crashing to the floor.
THIRTY-EIGHT
London
I stepped forward, took aim at the sonofabitch who had held my son, and squeezed off a shot.
Crack!
FUCK YOU!
FUCK YOU ALL TO HELL!
The shot hit him in the shoulder, spinning him around. It was all Carven needed to gain the upper hand, driving the blade of the knife deep into his chest with a savage snarl. But there were more of them coming, spilling out of a doorway along the hall like rats on a sinking ship.
And they were rats.
All of them.
“London!” The muffled sound came from behind me.
I took too long to turn…too long to see the real threat…and it wasn’t from the trained killers headed our way. It was behind me.
Vivienne was being dragged backwards. For a moment my mind froze, fixed on her wide eyes and the hand across her mouth before I saw him. The beady, glinting fucking eyes. The cruel, bloodless smirk on his face…that motherfucker Hale! She was gone in an instant as the false door slammed closed between us.
“Vivienne!” I lunged along the hallway, slamming my hand against the wall, before I pushed back and screamed her name. “VIVIENNE!”
“No…no…LONDON!” Her muffled scream reached me.
Behind me the boom of a shot tore through the air. But I didn’t stop. Not even when Carven’s brutal scream of pain followed. I fixed on the sound of her, as the desperate muffled sounds of her fighting and thrashing slipped further away, until they disappeared.
Get to her.
Get to her.
GET TO HER!
I drove my fist into the wall. “FUCK!”
That image burned in my head. Her eyes were wide…and that bastard’s arm wrapped around her throat as he dragged her backwards.
I spun around, scanning the hallway. There had to be a way to get to her…
I lunged, running back the way we’d come, my focus searching for a goddamn crack in the wall. Carven’s scream came, punching through my chest like a goddamn fist. But I couldn’t turn around. I couldn’t save him, not when Vivienne and our babies were at stake.
