Nothing she could ever say could make me see her as a mother.
I had someone more important to save.
I picked up my speed, running as fast as I could, and ignored the pain in my lungs and head.
Unlike the last times, I wasn’t a helpless Fawn running in the woods.
I was a Fawn on a mission.
Running to save myself and the Son who I realized meant everything to me.
I hurt everywhere when I made it to the edge of the woods. I cut to the right, moving faster, when my body collided with something hard. I fell back a step but managed to stay on my feet, thanks to two strong arms.
Emeri’s emerald-green eyes met mine.
“Enzo!” I screamed at him, out of breath. “He’s in the chamber and in trouble!” I thrust both my fists against his chest. “He needs help! Go!”
His hold dropped from my body, and he sped past me. Brooks came into view next, sprinting, with Daphne close behind him.
She wrapped me in a quick hug, mid-run, as we chased them.
“Stay here!” Brooks yelled over his shoulder.
Yeah fucking right.
Neither Daphne nor I listened.
As we ran past my mother, she cried out for help.
“Should we?” Daphne asked through heavy pants.
I shook my head and ran faster, needing to save Enzo.
I still needed my devil here with me.
Hell could have him later.
Forty-Seven
Enzo
The chaosinside the chamber wrapped around me like an evil spirit.
What these fuckers didn’t understand was that I became an entirely different animal when my adrenaline spiked or when someone I cared about was in danger.
Blood poured down my side when I limped across the floor, praying the bullet had made an exit and wasn’t lodged somewhere inside me. I hadn’t even felt the bullet hit me.
The vice president had managed to land the shot because I was distracted for two seconds when Blair’s father charged at me with a knife.
The two old fuckers were slow and out of shape.
Two other masked men had tried to jump in earlier, both of them now bleeding in the corner. I’d slit Reginald’s throat—because of course he was involved—when his mask fell off, and I’d buried my knife in the other man’s groin.
The other Sons stood to the side wall of the chamber like frightened sheep, unsure whose side to choose. If they picked the wrong one, the consequence would be death.
And while Kevin was an Elder, he was still a risky bet. The idiot had already spent years in prison. If I walked out of thischamber breathing, they knew I’d kill each of them after for helping someone who had hurt my Fawn.
Elder or not, you couldn’t kill someone’s Fawn without permission. It didn’t matter if you thought they were a traitor.
