“Please, stop! Please. I just…I need you all to stop. I need…I need to sit down.” The vase in her hand drops to the ground and shatters but she doesn’t even flinch.
Wylder rushes over to her and picks her up in his arms before walking over to the couch and plopping down with her on his lap. Neither one of them gives us another look despite the blood still running down Wylder’s face or the tears still running down Evie’s.
Roman exhales a deep breath to my left and heads towards the stairs muttering, “I’m going to go get some clothes on.” He slams the front door closed on his way by, drawing Wylder’s gaze over to me still standing frozen on a bloody rug.
“You’re alive.” He gives us a tired sigh before looking down at Evie and waving his hand over, “You two better come sit down.”
Chapter 18
Eve
My occasional sniffles are the only sound in my living room now that Atlas and…and Kortez are sitting down.
Kortez.
I thought he was dead.
He should have been dead.
If he’s not…then all I’ve done has been for nothing.
Wylder’s fingers go underneath my chin, lifting it up until our eyes meet. “It’s okay, love.”
I shake my head, “He’s alive, Wyld.”
He looks above my head, no doubt to the two men sitting across from us, before he nods. “I know.”
My voice is rough as I whisper, “What are we going to do?”
He sighs and goes to answer but before he can, the couch tilts down and I feel Roman grabbing at my waist, fingers warm on my stomach where my shirt has ridden up. I almost forgot he was even here. It tookhim so long to get dressed. My eyes turn to look at him to see him still bare chested and covered in blood, only a pair of gym shorts around his waist.
What the hell took him so long?
Wylder shoots him a glare before looking down at me, his hazel eyes burning gold. “You and him?”
A blush runs through my cheeks as I shrug, “I…”
Wyld gives me a smile small and kisses my forehead, “You don’t have to explain, Evie.”
I hear a smack, and Roman’s hands disappear from my waist, then Wyld says, “Ours, not yours.”
Wyld moves me in between them on the couch and Roman’s hand lands on my thigh as Wyld wraps his around my shoulders.
“Ours.” Roman echoes Wylder before turning to look at the two men on the opposite couch that we’ve all three been ignoring, the two who are shooting daggers at both Roman and Wylder while somehow managing to look near tears every time their eyes pass over me.
One of us needs to speak.
One of us –
“How did you find her?” Atlas apparently gets tired of waiting, because he leans forward on the couch and levels Roman with a look, his dark eyes looking almost black. He scoffs and shakes his head before Roman can even respond, “Why didn’t you tell me? All those phone calls…all those texts…and you didn’t tell me.”
Roman sighs beside me and squeezes my thigh in his hand. “I was going to, but you were in Cuba dealing with Wade and I knew even bringing her up would mess your head up. I didn’t want to put you in danger, man. Not when I knew she would still be here when you got done.”
Atlas lets out a hollow laugh and stands, walkingaround the couch and running his hands down his face. “You mean, you wanted extra time to fuck the woman you knew I was in love with.”
Wylder jumps up from the couch, his hands clenched into fists once again. “You aren’t going to talk about Evie like that.”
Atlas laughs just as Kor stands up, joining Wylder in the middle of the room. “And who the hell are you to say how we can or can’t talk about Evie?My Evie?”
