A body stumbles out of it, hands bound in the front of the lean frame before the guy raises his tied hands and slams them down, sending another body toppling headfirst toward the cement.
“It’s Ozzy,” Levi deadpans before hitting the gas, sending the Roadrunner roaring through the night air.
I watch myhusband’shead shoot up at us approaching, and my heart sings and spirals all in one go.
He extends his legs, fearlessly ready to go at anyone else tonight, as if he’s waiting for Levi to try to hit him.
However, my bestie slows the car, and I shoot out of it like a bat out of hell.
“Astor!”
I ignore Levi’s warning, sprinting toward Ozzy when I should be looking at the SUV for someone else to come out.
“Are you alright?” I ask as I approach, feeling so fucking grateful it was him in the car, and he’s alive.
He glances at me, surveying my body real quick before flicking his attention to Levi in the car.
My heart skips at the secret being out, but when I follow Ozzy’s stare, Levi has already pulled his mask back down.
“C’mon,” I urge, erasing the distance between us. “We need to get you out of here.”
“Lorenzo is bleeding,” he deadpans. “He’s been shot.”
Fuck.
I step around Ozzy to get to him, but he immediately moves in my way. “Who is that?”
I don’t have time for this. And he can’t know.
“Ozzy”—I meet his dark blue eyes and try to hold my composure—“we need to get him help.”
“Why didn’t youleave?”
He sounds more like Cairo the more time goes by.
“I wasn’t going to leave you,” I announce. “That wasn’t an option. Now,move.”
He does what I ask as I motion for Levi to come help me.
This boy needs to learn I’m a ride-or-die. That, if I like you, you’re safe with me.
And I don’t listen when shit doesn’t make sense.
FORTY-SEVEN
ozzy
Levi Wallace is alive.
And well.
My blood burns in my veins as it pumps furiously and methodically throughout my body.
She lied.
She played us all into thinking she was grieving and going through the motions. I brought Reeve back for her, not only because of the child she once held but because sheneededhim. His stupid, empathic self would, eventually, pull her out of the drought of feelings she was experiencing and back to what she used to be.
Maybe Torin was right all along.
