The hallway became a blur when I ran out of the chamber. My blood trailed like a path behind me. As I rounded the corner, I slammed straight into Emeri.
“Dude, you good?” he asked as we steadied ourselves.
“Blair!” I shouted. “Where’s Blair?”
“Down here!” Blair screamed, and I saw her waving her arms.
Relief punched the air out of my lungs. I couldn’t see the rest of her yet, but hearing her voice was enough to steady the violent storm inside me.
“Give me your gun,” I told Emeri.
He didn’t hesitate before handing over the Glock in his hand. I stalked back into the chamber and emptied the magazine into the remaining Sons. Bodies dropped before they could even run.
There.That handled it.
I released a long breath.
“Let that be a lesson,” I said to the empty room. “Touch my Fawn, and it’ll be the last thing you touch on this earth.”
I eyed the chamber one last time, making sure no bodies were moving, and limped out. The moment I turned the corner, someone else crashed into me.
“Enzo!” Blair gasped as I dragged her tight into my chest.
Her body trembled, and she buried her face against me. Her shoulders shook as she quietly sobbed, and my arms tightened around her, never wanting to let her go.
“You’re safe,” I whispered into her hair. “You’re safe.”
She was my Fawn.
Mine.
And I had no intention of ever letting her go.
Across the corridor, Daphne stood a few feet away, pretending she wasn’t gawking, while Brooks and Emeri slipped past us toward the chamber to take in the aftermath.
I had a lot of explaining to do.
Killing that many Elder Sons wasn’t exactly something you could easily walk away from.
But every life I had taken was worth saving Blair’s.
“You okay?” I asked, pulling back just enough to grip her shoulders and look her over.
I checked her arms, her sides, her legs, searching for any blood or injuries. Just a bruise blooming along her cheek that made me want to go shoot all those fuckers again.
“I’m fine.” She caught my arm as I swayed. “But you’re not.” Her gaze fell to the blood soaking my shirt. “Let’s get you help.”
Daphne yanked her sweater over her head and rushed toward us. She pressed the fabric hard against my bullet wound while the guys moved in, lifting me as we made our way out of the tunnels.
Blair was okay.
I was okay.
At that moment, that was all that mattered.
Forty-Eight
Blair
