I turn her in my hands, making sure she's in one piece, but Lyndall slaps my hands away and throws her arms around my neck, flinging herself against me, sobs hitting her.
"It's okay, it's okay. Come on, let's get out of here."
There are shouts and gunshots that rise up in the near distance as I drag her through the house, gun in hand, to where Cade is.
I put her in his arms. "Watch her."
"Always." Cade helps her into the car, checking her over.
I take off in the direction of shouts and shots because if Silas and Dad's men have the prick, I want words with him. Preferably with him on the ground and my boot on his face.
But the gunfire has stopped when I reach Silas.
Dad's men are checking over the few bodies littered about.
Silas scoffs. "The asshole's men. Asshole as in Rebecci, not asshole as in your father."
One of Dad's men looks up, black-faced, though he had to have heard the exchange. "Dom Rebecci got away, Mr. Marino. We'll call in a cleanup crew."
I nod.
Dad's men, Dad's problem.
And I ignore the small voice that he just might try and also make it mine by way of forcing me into payback with service to the family.
"Fuck," I mutter as Silas speaks quietly to Dad's man.
I'm more than aware that, though we got my sister back, I fucked up what might have been my only chance to take out Dom. Now he's going to lay low, plot his revenge. Not on me. By now he knows who I am. And not on Dad. Or even on Lyndall.
No, his revenge is going to be on the one I ultimately blame for this shitshow, too.
Lola.
"Everything's under control," Silas says.
I shoot him a dark look. "Is it? Lola's running around out there, and now I've let Rebecci get away."
He shakes his head. "In that case, so did I. So did all your father's men."
"Don't fucking patronize me. This might have been our only chance of taking out Rebecci."
Silas slaps my back. "You did what you could, and you got your sister back. Take the win for now. We'll get him eventually."
"So you say."
He grabs my arm, pulling me to a stop. "Enzo. This was the right call. Going after your sister and not Lola."
"That—"
"And getting Lyndall free over chasing Dom was also the right call." He pauses, and the guilt swamps me even as I know he's right. "Is she good?"
"You're the doctor."
"No, I'm not. I just play at one in my fake life when I need to."
"You went to medical school."
"I dropped out. I'm not Doogie."
