34
Saint
the offering - sleep token
“Nicetoseeyoualive, you big bastard.” Rex takes me in for a man hug, slapping my side, and it forces the first groan I’ve allowed from someone touching it.
“Are you okay?” Indie asks, stepping forward as her eyes soften on me.
It’s the first time they have since I quite literally fucked her within an inch of my life; the rest of the time she’s kept a narrowed glare on me, worsening with the red cast over her face.
She really is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been blessed to set eyes upon, and adding that she’s pissed?
Fuck, I need to get her out of here; I hope she stays pissed at me.
That might be my favourite look on her.
I take the vest, gun and knife Dawson offers. Rex folds his arms, looking at Indie like a scolding parent. “He’s fine, didn’t stop him—”
Weirdly enough, his mouth clamps shut when I cock the gun, keeping a warning gaze locked with him, yet it’s missed with the ache in my sides.
The Judge sent their doctor in to half haphazardly stitch me up once he left hours ago; they always seem to have one on standby. Probably because they torture every soul they get in here. No one dies an easy death.
That spoils the fun for these fucks.
But my side is wet; both of them are actually. I ignore it as my dad’s voice comes through the earpiece. “On my way to you, we’ve cleared the lower floors, and they’re on the roof.”
“Anyone with them?” I ask, clipping the vest into place. It’s rubbing on my fucking wounds. Right now, I don’t give a shit. I’ve had enough bullets in me for one week, so the vest stays.
He chuckles. “It’s only the Judge and George.”
Fuck.
Conrad obviously left to find a dentist to fix his gnarly gnashers.
No matter, he won’t have many places to hide now once his lifelines are cut off. That fucking grin he’s sporting certainly won’t be hard to miss.
“Let’s go,” Rex says, heading out into the corridor. The red alarm lights eventually switch off, replaced with the normal dull ones that light this palace. Although, I might need to invest in my own so I can fuck Indie under them.
She looked like my very own demon under them, like the pair of us had finally been brought home. Fucking her in my kingdom of hell sounds delightful.
We head through the corridors and make our way towards the back of the building, stopping at the torture chamber they’ve been taking me into every single day since I’ve been in there. “Check that room and make sure it’s clear. There’s an outsidestairwell,” I say to Dawson, who heads inside with an armed Regina; the sight makes me flinch.
She smiles at me, looking pretty fucking comfortable with that gun. Indie’s clearly rubbed off on her.
“I’ll check the door to the roof,” Rex says, disappearing around the corner.
I press my back against the wall as we wait for my dad, sighing as I keep watch on either side. Indie moves to the opposite side, mirroring my form. “I hope you know, I’ll be mad at you for avery, very long time.”
Oh I fucking hope so, darling.
I don’t regret what I did, not completely.
If me being stuck here kept them away from her, I was good with that. Even if I died, I knew my dad would finish the job. He knows what she means to me, and that her safety is my number one priority.
But that obsessive, possessive and selfish prick of a side of me regrets ever allowing myself to be separated from her. Especially when I’ve had her back in my life for only a number of weeks.
And then I thought I was going to lose her for good.
