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I hug her close, pressing a kiss to her clammy forehead. “You’re okay,” I tell her.
“Tommy… we need to find him.”
Kane stops and looks over his shoulder at us. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, no one is getting out of here alive.”
I expect her to flinch at those words, but her eyes are dark, and I know what happened in this room will affect her for years to come. This is not the kind of trauma that will go away on its own.
She leans her head against me. “Good,” she says. “They all need to die.”
On that, we both agree.
“What do you want us to do with the survivors?” I know exactly what Hawk is asking. Do I want him to wait for me to get Skye settled so I can torture the fuckers to death, especially Tommy.
Before Skye I would have taken so much pleasure in cutting him into shreds. As I look at my terrified, pregnant woman, I realise the only place I need to be is with her. The way she clings to me I can tell she’s going to unravel the moment we’re out of here and I’m not letting her do that alone.
Fuck. I’ve never not dealt out vengeance, but Tommy dying at my hand won’t change anything. Dead is dead.
I blow out a breath before I press a kiss into Skye’s hair. “Just make it hurt,” I say, trusting my brothers to ensure that fucker suffers.
Hawk stares at me for a beat, then he shifts his shoulders. “Whatever you need, kid.”
CHAPTER25
SKYE
Ikeep my body pressed against Rage’s side, too scared to let go in case something happens. As we move through the corridors, more familiar faces join us, but all I can focus on is putting one foot in front of the other.
My legs feel like jelly, the adrenaline that had surged through my body only minutes earlier seeping out of every cell, leaving me weak. There is a sharp burn on the left side of my stomach where the knife had dragged across my skin, and I try not to think about whether my baby was hurt during Scarlett’s vicious attack.
If Rage hadn’t got free when he did, she would have cut deeper.
I can’t stop the full body shiver that works through me at that thought, which makes Rage hug me tight against him.
As we step into a big room, we’re surrounded by people. Most of the club is here, as well as Lucas Fraser and a bunch of soldiers I guess belong to the Frasers.
I tune everything out, focusing only on trying to calm my racing heartbeat. We nearly died. All three of us. The doctor who saved us did die.
There are voices and movement, and I don’t realise we’re outside until the cold starts to seep into my bones. My trembles become full body shivers, my teeth smacking together.
Rage helps me into the back of a car before he gets in next to me. As soon as he’s settled, he urges me back into his arms. I lie down along the back seat, my head in his lap, my feet tucked up in a way that makes the wound to my stomach feel even worse. I don’t move, though, letting the pain ground me.
He reaches behind us, dragging a blanket off the parcel shelf and settling it over me.
“I fucking love you.” His voice cracks as he says it, and I feel the emotion beneath his words.
I grip his thigh, staring at the blood on his jeans. “I love you too,” I murmur, my body feeling detached from my brain.
This all feels like a fever dream, and I’m wondering if I will wake in my own bed, this nightmare a figment of my imagination. But I know I couldn’t conjure the pain I’m feeling. That is very real.
“The guys are just tidying up things,” he says, turning a little in his seat so he can look through the side window. “As soon as we get back to the clubhouse, we’ll sort out someone to come and make sure the baby is okay.”
The baby… what if she’s not? I don’t know what damage may have been done, so I close my eyes, asking the universe for just one more favour.
Please let my baby be okay.
As if sensing the dark turmoil rolling through my mind, Rage laces his fingers with mine, giving me something else to cling onto. I turn his hand, studying the wounds to his wrists. There are deep burns to the skin, ugly grazes that I know must be painful. “How did these happen?”
“It doesn’t matter.”