All I have to look forward to now is making Pete pay for?—
Wait.
How is Landon in the back seat?
“Landon…”
“Right here, baby.”
My eyes snap open and I stare in disbelief. Did I die already? Is this heaven? I reach out a tentative hand, touching his arms.
“You’re alive,” I whisper.
“I am.”
“Oh my God, you’ve alive!” I throw myself at him as Rage lowers me into the SUV and Landon wraps his arms around me.
“I promised you I wouldn’t die.”
“Landon!” I’m sobbing against his chest, tears falling so hard I can barely speak.
“Shh. I’m here.”
“I thought you—” I can’t even say it.
“I know. I’m sorry I let them take you. So fucking sorry I let you down.”
“Don’t say that!” I wrap my arms around him and then brush something that feels like a bandage. “What happened to your head?”
“They had to fracture his skull before they could take you,” Courtney calls from the front seat. “They had to operate yesterday, but he wouldn’t stay at the hospital until we found you.”
Sweet Jesus.
Brain surgery.
And still, he came.
“I love you,” I whisper against his chest. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” He holds me tightly.
“I’m sorry we fought right before they attacked. All I could think about was that we were fighting right before you died.”
“I’m still here, baby. And I’m sorry too. All I could think was that I failed you.”
“There were too many of them, and Tex knew exactly where we were going to be and when. This isn’t on you.”
“Your dad is really torn up about that.”
I take a second to let that sink in.
Technically, I was right about my father’s lifestyle and his club. Technically, I could blame this on him.
But that’s not fair.
There are good men in the club too. Guys like Thunder and Metal. People my mother loved and respected.
No, this isn’t completely on my dad, but we’ll deal with that later.
