“Now… Let’s get you home.”
You would think killing a man would bother me.
It didn’t.
All I felt was fuckingrelief.
If I didn’t see Damian die with my own two eyes, I think I would have lived the rest of my life looking over my shoulder. For me to have fully believed with my whole soul that the man was dead, just for him to kidnap and hurt two people that now meant so much to me…
It was disgustingly easy for me to pull that trigger. Maybe I would feel differently later after some time had passed and I had time to process everything that happened, but I would cross the bridge when I got to it.
Theo was not in good shape by the time Logan, Ronan, and Dakota found us. She was conscious, but whatever Damian had injected her with had taken away all mobility. She was basically a rag doll.
The stab wound in her side, though deep, was already clotting. I was texting her condition to Dr. Callahan as Logan and Ronan helped Theo up while Dakota got to work dealing with Damian’s body.
Tom Callahan:
Try not to move her more than necessary. If there’s minimal bruising, we might be in luck. Take her to this address instead of Fairview if you can. I’ll be better equipped to check for any organ damage.
Ryan:
Done. Again, I can’t thank you enough. I owe you one.
Tom Callahan:
Haha. Well, if I ever need someone to take care of a body, I know who to call. *winking emoji*
I passed the address on to Ronan, and they offered to take Theo in their car, as there wouldn’t be room for all of us in Vox’s Aston Martin.
“Theo, I’ll grab the hearse and swing by after we take Naomi home,” I assured my sister. Her head was lolling on her shoulders, but her dark eyes were full of fire.
“I’mmmm finneeee.”
“You don’t look fine, muscles,” Cal said, giving her an uncharacteristically stern look. I could see how worried he was. He affectionately tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear and gave her a little smirk.
“You’re a fucking badass, you know that?” he asked softly, and her lips quivered as she tried to return the smirk.
“Makkkee surre, yeww….Tellll…urrr…sissstteerrrrr.”
He barked out a laugh as the boys carted her away, Dakota tailing them with Damian’s corpse slung over his shoulder.
Cal turned to face me with a big smile on his face.
“So, you wanna get out of this shit hole?” he asked, and I smirked at him.
“In a minute, angel. First, I want to see if Gavin can help us out with your little… problem.”
Cal made a face. “Don’t say it like that. People are going to think I can’t get it up.”
I burst out laughing just as Gavin’s spirit materialized next to me.
“Trust me, angel. No one would ever accuse you of that.” I chuckled. Gavin glanced back and forth between us, grinning.
‘What I miss?’he asked, and I shrugged.
“Just Cal being Cal.”
Gavin gave me a sad smile and nodded.‘Can you tell him that I miss him?’
