Chapter 16
Eve
My body is frozen in front of the open door. Two sets of dark eyes stare at me, wide and filled with tears.
Roman stands at my back, his warm body combating the chill I feel from the still open door.
His arms come up to wrap around me from behind, holding me up when my body was going to let me collapse to the floor.
“I’ve got you, Little Moth. It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
It takes a few moments for me to speak; my throat so dry I choke on the words the first few times I try.
“Roman…”
His arms squeeze around me as the two men in my doorway take a small step forward. “Yes, Little Moth?”
“There’s a ghost at the door.”
Chapter 17
Kortez
Roman has his arms around her.
She’s shaking, pale as a ghost, whispering to him as he rocks her in his arms.
He’s holding the woman I love. The woman we’ve been searching for. The woman who still lives in my dreams.
He’s holding her.
And he…he’s fucking naked.
He’s naked and she’s covered in hickeys.
There’s three just on her neck and another two peeking out from the hem of her shorts. How far do they go? Why is he naked?
Atlas must notice about the same time as I do, his low scoff barely reaching my ears as I stalk forward and rip Roman’s hands off of Evie.
She screams, her eyes meeting mine for only a second before I throw Roman across the room and into a small table. A lamp comes crashing to the ground, glass sliding across the floor as Roman picks himself up from the ground.
My hands clench into fists as I approach him, my vision narrowing to one of the men I thought I could trust with my life. Instead, he’s betrayed me in the worst way. There’s no doubt that those marks on Evie are from him. His lips, his teeth, his fingers.
He claimed what he knew was mine.
His fingers spread open and his head bows in a show of submission, one I completely ignore as I lunge toward him and throw my fist into his ribs. Evie’s screams mix with his groans as my fists break through skin and blood splashes onto her gray painted walls.
Roman’s eyes catch on to something behind me, and I turn just in time to see Atlas sailing through the air to land on a dining table in the next room. The loud snap of the wood is drowned out by the roar that comes from the man in the doorway, and I turn to find his golden eyes alight in fury as he storms toward me.
“Wylder, no!”
The man – Wylder – continues to storm toward me with his fists clenched, Evie’s scream does nothing to slow him down as he lunges toward me and throws his fist into my face. My lip splits and my blood mixes with Roman’s as Wylder climbs on top of me. I wrap my legs around him and push him away as my hands go around his throat, squeezing as his fists continue to rain down on me.
Atlas runs up behind him and throws a punch to his jaw, knocking him sideways and giving me the opening to roll us over and get on top of him. My back roars with pain as I roll through the shattered glass from the lamp, but I pay it no mind. Atlas hits the ground next to Wylder as Roman lands beside me, his bloodied mouth caught in a smirk as he rains his fists down on his cousin.
We’re all tangled together, blood soaking the rugbeneath us, when things begin to slam into the wall above our heads. Glass rains down on us and the ringing in my ears begins to focus until I hear the sound of screaming assaulting my ears.
Turning my head, I see Evie standing behind us with a decorative vase in her hand and tears streaming down her face. Wylder uses my distraction to land a punch to my jaw, sending me rolling off of him and to the ground. All four of us get to our feet, slowly approaching a shaking Evie.
