She dropped to the ground and scurried away.
Tobias reached out for her.
I slammed into him. Fire exploded down my back as we tumbled to the floor. The impact knocked the wind out of him, but I had precious time until he recovered. One of my arms was pinned beneath him, tangled with his, and I couldn’t get it free. I tried to roll, but Tobias moved, stopping me.
Something punctured my side, and I cried out in pain.
He grinned, looking like a goddamn mad man. “Who’s the pussy now?”
He’d stabbed me. The motherfucker must have had a knife on him, because I’d bet money that was a blade digging into my side. His grin widened and the pain intensified.
Did he just twist it?
I needed to cut off his air supply, or he was going to kill me. Using my free arm, I dug my elbow into his throat. His eyes bugged out, but he twisted the blade again. Molten lava poured into my side. I wanted to pull away so the pain would stop, but I refused. Between my back and the pain in my side, I wouldn’t be able to take him down again, and this motherfucker was not getting to Mila. I didn’t care if he killed me, I would stop him.
In the distance, I could hear the roar of bikes and knew my brothers were close. They’d protect her. I only needed to hold on a little longer.
Tobias gasped for breath. He brought his hand up to try to free himself and it was covered in blood.
My blood. A lot of it.
I could feel my strength waning.
He tried to push me away, but I had gravity on my side. Scooting forward, I put all my weight into my arm and pressed harder. “Just go to sleep motherfucker.”
He tried to reply, but couldn’t speak.
It felt like we were locked in that struggle forever before his body finally relaxed. I pressed on his throat a few seconds longer, just to make sure he wasn’t playing possum. When I was certain he was out cold, I pushed myself up to inspect the damage.
Everything hurt. Sure enough, there was a knife sticking out of my side, just below my cut. My shirt and the carpet were both soaked with blood.
The door burst open, and Havoc rushed in.
My vision swam.
We finally knew who the killer was.
Mila would be safe.
The room swayed.
The last thing I heard was Mila screaming my name.
22
Mila
AT THE SIGHT of Hound lying on the floor, unconscious, Havoc sprang into action faster than I’d ever seen a big guy move. “Zombie, call for an ambulance!” he shouted, rushing to Hound’s side. He gently rolled Hound over to assess the damage.
“What can I do?” Rabbit asked, stepping into the house.
“Hot water and rags,” Havoc ordered.
Having someone take charge snapped me out of my stupor. Jumping to my feet, I said, “I’ll get it. I know where they are.”
Running into the kitchen, I turned the water on to heat and grabbed the biggest pot I could find. Shoving it under the streaming water, I left it there while I cleaned out the kitchen towel drawer. Slapping the faucet off, I carried everything to the dining room and set it down by Havoc.
Then, I looked down.
