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“I can’t leave them out there.” Fresh tears shone in her eyes. “I won’t. Not again…not after last time.”
When she’d almost lost them to this goddamn war. She shook her head and took a step backwards before turning to leave.
“Vivienne!” London yelled as she walked through the door. “Goddamnit!” He pulled away from the medic, leaving his shirt to fall into place.
“I’m not finished.” Finley’s medic called.
“It doesn’t matter,” he muttered, limping after her. “Nothing does, apart from her.”
We all watched them leave. But it was the faint roar of an engine which had me running. I left Riven and the others behind, racing to the front door to find dust kicking up in the early morning sunlight as the Mustang tore away, leaving London behind.
“What the fuck?” Nick snarled, striding past to make his way down the stairs. “She took my goddamn car!”
I won’t leave them…not after last time.
We all knew where she was going. She was going back there, to that same alley where they’d all almost died. The Explorer roared to life in an instant. I was already sprinting, with Riven and Thomas fast behind me, yanking open the back doors and lunging inside.
“Move it!” London roared, shoving the four-wheel drive into gear.
My men followed, Riven in the passenger’s seat, with Thomas beside me. I barely had time to grasp the seatbelt before I was slammed backwards against the seat as we headed after her.
“Goddamn woman!” London groaned. “She’s going to be the fucking death of me.”
He wrenched his panicked stare to Riven, who never said a word. But he didn’t need to. The moment London jerked the wheel, heading along the straight stretch of road, we caught sight of her in the distance.
“I didn’t know she could drive a stick,” Riven murmured.
London just shot him a sorrow-filled glare. “She can’t…not well, at least.”
I winced.
“Poor Nick,” Riven finished.
I couldn’t care less about Nick or his damn car. I just wanted my sister safe. But she had other ideas. London gunned the Explorer, pushing the four-wheel drive harder as we headed toward the city.
“How does she know where to go?” I asked.
London met my gaze in the rear-view mirror. “It was on Nick’s GPS.”
“Shit.” I eased back as up ahead, the Mustang turned left.
“She’ll be okay,” Thomas murmured, drawing my gaze. “God is on our side.”
“It didn’t look like it,” I answered. “Not by all the bullet holes and knife wounds.”
“But we all came back, didn’t we?” My mind raced as he shifted his gaze to the road ahead. “We all came back.”
They did. For that, I was so very thankful.
“She’s fighting for those she loves, just like we were.”
“Fighting is one thing, putting herself in danger is another,” London growled. “She is my fucking world. If anything happened to her…”
“It won’t.” I shook my head and reached out to grasp Thomas’ hand. “It won’t.”
TWENTY-SIX
Colt
