Smart enough to figure out that the only way to fix it was to purposefully do something as stupid as getting herself fucking kidnapped.
This was Baily, I realized as I slid my earpiece in and shoved my helmet on. And as much as Olivia wasn’t sure about having kids, I knew she had loved that little girl since the second she first laid eyes on her, I had seen it. I had seen that look in her eyes. That kind of connection couldn’t be faked.
Azrael’s words echoed through me as I revved that bike up and sped back through the woods towards the main road.
“So, if you want your pretty little rose to keep her bleeding heart, you should pick a side and quit playing games.”
I tried calling her, my heart slamming in a way that was wholly unfamiliar. There was a roaring in my ears, the world felt as if it were suddenly too big, too vast, too predictable.
It went to voicemail.
She had that earpiece in, I know she had that earpiece in, I hadtold herto put it in. She wouldn’t break that rule. She was too addicted to me to break that rule.
I called again.
And again.
Nothing.
“Fuck!” I snarled, my speeds nearing 120.
130.
140.
My phone started ringing and my heart stuttered.
I hit answer on my phone just as soon as I hit the suburbs, a few blocks from where she lived.
I forced myself to slow. “Baby.”
“No. Next block over, behind her house,” Evelyn stated. “Malachi and Beckett are here.”
I ground my teeth together and hit end, glancing down her street as I road passed it.
People were laughing, happy, still watching fireworks.
Fuckthem.
Fuck them and their ignorance, their stupidity, their fucking holidays.Fuck them.
I turned down the road, seeing a running car down the street, headlights off, three people standing over two bodies, another bike a little ways down. Evelyn’s.
I rode up beside the car and shut off my bike, tearing my helmet off as I took in the scene quickly and thoroughly.
A male, several bullet holes in him, lying dead on the grass.
A few yards from him laid another body, so torn to shreds, I almost wouldn’t have recognized him if he hadn’t been wearing those ugly black shoes.
Wade.
I fucking knew it, that piece offuckingshit.
“Careful,” Malachi said as I headed for Wade. “Lucy won’t let anyone near her. She’s been hit.”
My heart slammed and my eyes swung back towards Wade. Lucy was there.
Fuck me, she was. So covered in blood, I wasn’t able to distinguish between she and Wade’s mangled body. “Fuck that,” I said, storming up to her.
