Page 70 of Stalked by His Ex
The living room door bursts open in a shower of wood revealing a determined and pissed off Kam. He quickly assesses the area, landing on me and the bloody scene before us.
“Shit.” He breathes when he latches onto me, then commands the room. “Secure the area, get that bitch in custody, and get a fucking medic in here.”
My breathing is harsh when he kneels next to me, not remembering when I hit the floor, and wrapping my fingers around the knife that Kam’s yet to notice.
“Fuck! I need a medic over here. Don’t touch it, baby.” He snatches my hand quickly, pressing it against his chest. “If you pull it out, it’ll bleed more. Jesus.” His free hand flutters like a mother hen, unsure of where else to touch for comfort. “Goddammit, where the fuck is, Kendrick!”
Kendrick comes in hot, sliding to his knees next to me, while whipping his pack off. He assesses me at a glance. “Hey, sweetheart. Can you tell me where you’re hurt?”
“You’re covered in blood, A. Where are you hurt?” His eyes plead with me to answer, since it sounds familiar. I think he’s asking the same question. Confusion discombobulates my thinking, and forming words is almost impossible. “Besides the knife, are you hurt anywhere else, the baby?” Their hands are medically tracing my form, checking for other wounds.
I slowly touch my arm, and then my head as my eyes roll. “Baby? Jax?” The words slur, but somehow Kam and Kendrick understand.
“The baby’s doing fine, Miss, so is Jax. It’s you we’re worried about.” The new guy doesn’t have much of a poker face, as fear brightens his ocean-blue eyes, paralleling this slow life draining sensation.
When the pieces click together, a weightlessness surrounds me, cuddling close like a warm blanket in front of a fire, where nothing else matters but peace. As my eyes connect with Kam’s a small smile touches my lips—wetness trailing into my ears—and understanding crosses his face. His hard exterior crumbles and his eyes glitter with tears, turning them into golden suns, just like my soulmates.
“Don’t youfuckingdo it, baby girl. Don’t you leave us again. Jax won’t survive. Hell, none of us will at this point. And the baby.” His voice cracks, halting his words. The hand he’s trapping to his chest is the only thing pinning me to this world.
My free hand shakily lifts, revealing the blood he no doubt witnesses covering my body as I cup his cheek. “Lo…lo…lovvv.” My eyes close, swallowing, fighting against the pull that’s dragging me down to a heavy, indescribable place.
Kam shakes me and growls, “Stay awake, baby. The others will be here soon. You did well when you called me—so smart. Come on, stay with me.” He glares at Kendrick, widening my smile from the abrupt change, as the euphoria caressing my form makes me loopy. “What’s going on?” He demands.
“She’s hemorrhaging. The cuts on her head and arm are deep but artificial—the knife wound is another story. She needs a hospital. Now.”
Reality’s sinking in one dense blink at a time. I’m probably going to die—but Jax and the baby will live. There’s no regret. I’d do it over again without pause.
A commotion tilts my head to the side, witnessing the chaos at the door. Time seems to slow as the rest of the boy’s slam through the barricade of their security team to gain entrance, their eyes wild with panic. Absorbing the scene within seconds, they beeline towards us.
Good. They’ll all be together.
Liam’s already red-eyed and screaming, but the deep timbre of his voice doesn’t touch my cotton-filled ears. Lennox—always the more reserved of the two—is right behind him with a twin look of devastation blanketing his face. Cash stays by the door, blocking my dad’s view, glancing over his shoulder in agony, but knowing it’s best to keep him away.
Blink.
Liam and Lennox drop to their knees at my head.
Blink.
Their mouths are moving, hollering at the others that are surrounding me.
Blink.
They’re leaning over, forming a protective barrier, solidifying the fact that they’ll be the perfect family to raise our Bean.
With the last of my strength, I try to say how much I love them. Love Jax, dad, the life I’ve barely glimpsed with theirs, but my lips only twitch, losing the last of their function.
Until—darkness.
Epilogue
Jaxton
“S
he’d be proud of the dad you’ve become.” Kam says, eyes glittering like they always do when we come to visit her grave. “We did everything we could—”
Lexxas balances easily on my hip, her tiny hand slapping my chest, while she blows spit bubbles from her lips. Oblivious to the emotion clogging our throats, she prattles on as if a piece of us didn’t die the moment this woman left this world.