Smiling, I shove my phone into my back pocket and step into the room. Micah is sitting up in bed, staring at Evander.Awkward as fuck.
They don’t even realize I walked in. “So. They won’t let me sign you out; we’re just going to have to leave.”
Micah slowly looks at me, promising pain with his eyes. “This is how it is.”
“These are your only options. Stay here or go with Evander. We’re still on the fucking run, Micah, and I don’t have a house to take you to.” I have to take a deep breath before I can talk again. “You can’t stay here. So, make up your mind.”
Micah’s eyes soften. “I’m sorry. Let’s go.”
Packing up Micah’s stuff, I mentally apologize to Evander a million times.
Micah is going to make his life hell.
After we gotMicah loaded up, without much security trying to stop guys the size of mine, we headed back to the safe house to pack up and move again. I want to celebrate Viktor dying, spend quality time with my guys, and pass out for twenty-four hours.
Ryder pushes open the door to the safe house and then shoves me back with his arm. “Stay here.”
“What the hell, Ryder?” I ask, trying to push past him.
“Please,Il mio sole.”
Something in his voice makes me pause. I nod, and he disappears into the house, pulling a Glock from his holster. He comes out a minute later, his face grim. “You don’t have to go in here. We can pack up for you and leave.”
“What’s in there?” I ask with a feeling of doom.
Ryder looks at the other guys, then back at me. “He’s been here.”
The feeling of doom intensifies. “Let me in.”
He looks at me for a second, then finally nods, stepping to the side so I can walk in.
All over the walls are pictures. Some are pictures I’ve seen beforesince he sent them the first time. But the others make my blood run cold.
There in vivid color are pictures of him every time he would sneak into that room and touch me without my permission, Zane and I tied up in that room, him when he shoved his fingers in me, me sleeping in that room that he took me to with the big window. Then I look at the other wall, and I feel like I’m going to throw up.
Pictures of us sitting in the living room, the kitchen, us sleeping in any of the rooms, and the night with the guys in the movie room, my first time with Zane again. There are so many of them frominsidemy house I can’t even take them all in.
I clamp a hand over my mouth and run outside, then heave up everything I ate that day off the side of the porch. I feel hands slide into my hair, holding it out of my face. “We can pack up, Beautiful. You don’t need to see that again.”
“Why can’t he leave me alone, Zane? Why won’t he just go the fuck away?”
“We’re going to end this,” Zane promises, turning me to face him. “This will be over.”
“What if we can’t find him? What if I have to live the rest of my life on the run?”
“Wewill do whatever it takes to keep you safe.” Zane kisses my forehead. “You aren’t in this alone.”
“I just want it to end.”
He jerks me to his chest. “It will.”
The other guys start coming out, loading the car up. Gage silently hands me a toothbrush with toothpaste already on it. “I figured you’d want to brush your teeth.” Leave it to Gage to pick up on that.
“Thank you,” I say sincerely, taking it from his hand.
Zane kisses my forehead one more time before he disappears into the house to help the other guys, leaving me to get rid of the nasty taste in my mouth. Once the last of our stuff is loaded, Dex leads me to the SUV, sliding me into the back with him and Holden. I look around when I don’t see Ryder. “He’s taking the pictures down, Baby girl,” Dex mutters, taking my hand. “He figured you wouldn’t want Ghost to seethem.”
Five minutes later, Ryder gets in, slamming the door so hard that the whole car shakes. Zane silently reaches over, places a hand on Ryder’s thigh, and backs away from the house.
