I raise my hands, mentally trying to figure out if I can run fast enough to get behind my SUV when Theo pulls the trigger.
The bullet hits me somewhere in my chest, knocking me to the ground. It’s hard to breathe, and before I can even consider calling for help, everything around me goes black. And my last thought asI accept that I’m going to die is that I hope Brielle finds happiness for her and our baby.
Matteo
What Kane does isn’tmy fucking business.
But as I drive to the warehouse, a bad feeling comes over me. I’ve learned over the years to trust my gut, and it’s telling me something is about to go down at the airport.
And I might not give a shit if Kane lives or dies, but my sister loves him, and she’s been through too much.
“Fuck it.” I make a right instead of a left toward the airport, and I accelerate to a speed that would have me arrested if I got pulled over by the wrong cop.
I get through security quickly, and when I pull up, I take in the situation in front of me and find that my gut wasn’t wrong.
One guy is bleeding out on the tarmac while Theodore DeSantis is standing several feet from Kane, pointing a gun at him.
I grab my Glock from my glove box and slowly open the door, needing to get into place to shoot him. But before I can do that, Theo presses the trigger, and Kane goes down.
He hasn’t lowered the gun, telling me he might shoot again, so without waiting, I step out of my car, aim for Theo’s heart, and pull the trigger.
Game over.
I run over to Kane, who’s bleeding pretty fucking badly.
“We need a medic,” I yell to the worker who’s watching from a distance, obviously not wanting to get in the middle of a fucking shoot-out.
I bend in front of Kane and shake my head. “You seriously fucking owe me, Morgan.”
42
Brielle
Kane’s been shotin the chest, and he’s in surgery.
I might lose my husband and the father of my unborn child—again.
He won’t be here to watch our baby grow in my belly. He’ll never know if they’re a boy or a girl. He’ll never get to hold them in his arms.
A sob bubbles out of me, and Matteo wraps his arms around me.
He arrived at the hospital at the same time as Kane.
I don’t know what happened, but Matteo said it wasn’t good. Kane was bleeding badly, and apparently, his heart stopped on the way here.
Since we’re in a public setting, Matteo isn’t going to give me the details, but it doesn’t even matter. Kane is hanging on by a thread, and all we can do is wait to hear what the doctor says.
Peyton, Dani, and Nicole offered to come to the hospital, but with everything going on, I don’t want to risk their safety, so I asked them to stay home and told them I’d let them know how he was doing.
“Excuse me,” a woman says to the nurse at the front desk. “I’m here for my son, Kane Morgan.”
“Ms. Morgan,” I cry, rushing over to Kane’s mom.
I haven’t had a chance to get to know her since I waspushing Kane away and then I left for Russia. Kane said she’s excited about the baby, but she’s been trying to give us space. She knows the marriage was forced, and he told me she didn’t agree with it.
“Oh, Brielle, please call me Silvia. We’re family.”
She envelops me in a warm, comforting embrace, reminding me so much of her son. Kane gives the best hugs. He must get it from his mom.
