“Nae. Dinnae say a word.”
He shifts the car into gear and turns around in the parking area. He heads away from where the others are.
“Draven, we can’t just leave them.”
“The hell we can’t. They fucking left you alone in the van unprotected.”
Everly’s going to be pissed. The plan had been plain and simple. They would all go in and I would stay out in the van. I didn’t understand it. I could do what I’d done from my rooms at the mansion. I didn’t need to be there, but I was told to go. So, I went.
“Daddy…”
His head swivels toward me, and I gulp. I’ve upset him before, but this isn’t just an upset. He’s downright pissed. I nod, turning my head back toward the windshield as a car approaches, slowing as it passes. Like a pivotal moment in a movie, I watch the car crawl toward us. The rear window slowly creeps down and a face I’ve only just managed to banish from my nightmares.
A gasp escapes as the face comes closer and clearer. Before I can duck out of sight, his eyes meet mine and they widen with recognition.
“Mo ghille?”
Daddy’s voice is there, in the background, but the roaring in my ears muffles the words. My head turns to follow the car as it passes by, my eyes locked on the monster’s face. The first look I’ve had of Samuel since I raced out of the Order’s headquarters before the building exploded right before my eyes has only made the sight of him scarier than ever.
Samuel’s face peers back at me, following our car as I follow his car slowing, and my attention snaps back to Draven. “Drive!” I yell, pressing down on his thigh. Hard. Not that it did me any good.
He glances at me, and I can read the puzzled expression easily, but thankfully he doesn’t question me. He pushes the down on the accelerator, and we zip away. I can’t help but twist around in my seat to stare out of the back glass.
The taillights flash red for a minute before Samuel’s car darts forward to the van Draven had pulled me from just moments before.
“Tavish? What’s wrong?”
“That’s Samuel.”
“The man who hurt ye?”
I look at Draven and nod, because I don’t think I can say anything without crying. But the look on Draven’s face when he glances at me while driving through the streets like he’s on a racetrack and not the city streets dissolves my resistance. Tears well in my eyes before burning a path down my cheeks when they fall.
Draven’s large hand squeezes my thigh. “Let’s get you back to the mansion.”
CHAPTER THREE
DRAVEN
My boy’stears gut me. The fear on his face has the possessive asshole that lives inside me, mentally sharpening my axes. That fucker who left my beautiful boy covered in scars will pay for what he did to Tavish. And to all the others, too. What he’s done to innocents is enough to have me ready to end him, but what he did to Tavish has me fighting off a rage that would make a berserker proud.
No one deserves to be beaten and raped. To do it to someone as young and sweet as Tavish makes me sick. The thought o' his sexual initiation being one o' violence makes it all that much worse.
Men who stoop to that level o' depravity need to be eliminated from this planet. Swiftly and brutally. Some might say to turn them into the authorities. Fuck that nonsense. Stringing them up by their testicles and using them as a fucking pinata sounds too good for them.
As my mind riffles through the potential ways to make Samuel pay, Tavish wraps himself around my arm and his forehead drops to rest on my shoulder. The shudder that rumbles through him travels through the arm he has in a deathgrip to me. It’s as if his fear is latching onto me just as he is latching onto me.
“Dinnae fash yerself, lilla du.”
With his face pressed into my arm so firmly, I can feel the tremble o' his chin just before he nods. As the droplets that rain down his face to my arm, sobs rack his body, shaking me.
My eyes flick to the rearview mirror and I growl. The arsehole is behind us.
“Mo ghille donn, I need ye to sit up and fasten yer seatbelt.”
The tears pooled in his gaze as it catches mine makes them look like a kewpie doll’s eyes. Big and round and bright. They dart from mine to the back window, and he gasps.
“We’ll be fine, min kara. Just do as I say.”
