Page 68 of Bonita Brynne

“Libby!” Grizzly rushed past me.

I craned my neck to find out where she was at. “No!”

Libby was lying on the dirt, blood soaking through her shirt.

I sobbed while I crawled toward her, then was lifted off the ground.

Another gunshot stole my attention. I twisted in Boxer’s arms. The third guard dropped onto the ground as Storm pulled his gun away from his head. I assumed he had been the one that shot Libby.

“Need to get you out of here,” Boxer said as he ran with me to the same SUV Track had taken Raymond to.

“But Libby.”

“They’re with her.”

Track had the backseat door open. “Are you okay? What about the baby?” He helped me inside the car.

“I’m fine.”

“Mom!” Raymond threw himself into my arms, and we cried.

“Oh, my sweet baby.” I kissed his head over and over. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

Track climbed into the back seat with us. Dodge put the car into drive, and Boxer hopped into the passenger seat. We drove away from the scene like thieves who’d held up a convenience store.

I inspected Raymond, but my mind was on Libby. I’d forgotten it was Libby and not Brynne for a split second while I crawled to her. My goodness, it could’ve been my daughter bleeding out. That didn’t diminish my concern for Libby.

“What about Libby?” I asked.

“They’ve got her,” Boxer replied.

“And Dorian?”

“Raul was giving him the beating of his life last I saw.” Boxer grinned at me. I couldn’t wait for my turn.

“Are you okay, son?” I kissed Raymond and rubbed my hand against his arm.

“Sure, but we gotta go get the girls.” He sat forward and looked straight at Track. “We have to find them.”

“Find who?” Track asked.

“The servant girl and the princess.”

“Princess?” Oh boy, he might’ve hit his head and was confused.

“Yes, the Mafia princess in the room next to me. The servant girl told me I needed to rescue her.”

“What’s the Mafia princess’s name?” Track asked.

“Rosa, I think.” His dark eyes lifted to the ceiling like he was thinking hard. “Romano. No, Rocco. No.”

“Remotti,” I said.

“Yes! That’s it. We need to help her before she’s forced to marry some weirdo.”

“Holy fuck, Dorian had Rosa Remotti,” Track mumbled.

“I’m calling Wolf,” Boxer said.