So, I’m making it my mission to get through to my Little Bird. She will love me and leave these losers in the dust.
I don’t care if Ghost is my brother or not. Fuck that guy. He will die by my hand—they all will.
Phoenyxx
“We’re back, Baby Girl.” Synn’s voice washes over me; he’s stroking my hair gently.
I rouse, blinking. My head turns, looking for the other car with my guys inside. They're pulling in right next to us.
The door to the compound flies open, and I see Valley and Bryan running toward the car I’m in. My guys in the other SUV tumble out, catching up to my bestie.
“Nyx, oh, thank God! Bryan, she’s okay.” Valley throws open my door, her small body clinging to mine, her arms around me, sobbing.
Trikk and Razor are hot on her heels, impatiently pushing her aside to get inside the car and reach for me. Trikk is the one who extracts me from Synn’s arms. I freeze up, shivering again at his touch. I mentally slap myself, and latch on to him like a spider monkey, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“I am so sorry, Bambi,” Trikk chokes out, emotion clogging his voice. “I should have never taken you out.”
“It’s not your fault. I was the one to persuade you to do it. Please don’t apologize,” I cry into his shoulder.
Razor's voice comes next. “God, Fiasca. I was terrified for you. I love you, so much.”
“And I love you. I feel so lucky to have you,” I whisper to Trikk and Razor.
I hug every single one of my guys, anxious to get back inside to safety.
My eyes narrow when Maverick and Trav wrestle an unconscious Maxim from the car. That piece of shit. He's gettingwhat’s coming to him. My blood sings in my veins, demanding he pay.
As I watch them get Maxim inside, I see Synn whispering with Jax out of the corner of my eye. He must have come out when we got here. I wonder what that's about?
A hoarse yell drags my attention to the door, where Purge, Hunter, and Cynthia all spill out, racing for me. Purge reaches me first, lifting me high in the air.
I let out a yip of fear, cringing back.
Purge's brows furrow. ‘Are you okay, Iskra?”
“Yeah, touch is hard right now.”
His eyes soften with understanding, and he lowers me to the ground.
“God, Iskra, I was so worried,” he tells me.
Hunter pauses next to Purge, waiting. I smile and nod once. He kisses me softly on the lips, not lingering.
“I love you, Pretty Girl. Never disappear again, okay?”
Cynthia whines, needing a turn with me. I brace myself, not knowing what she’ll do. She throws herself into my arms and kisses me right on the lips with a smack. I don’t flinch this time. The reaction must be for just men.
“Wifey, don't do that again.” She makes a happy chirping sound then tells me, “I got to sit on Thor's lap. You know... my boyfriend?”
I choke, eyes widening. “Your what?”
Cynthia just smiles and nods.
Hunter mutters “For fuck’s sake” under his breath, earning a laugh from me.
We all start to file inside, and Synn catches me from behind, hoisting me up and into his arms.
“Synn!” I squeal. I’m relieved I welcome his touch this time.
