Doc doesn’t push.
Smart man.
“I’ll want to check you over properly later,” he says instead. “But you’re safe right now.”
Safe.
The word hits the room strangely. Like nobody fully trusts it anymore.
A heavy silence settles again before Cain finally speaks from near the back wall. “What happened after the feed cut?”
Everything in Olivia goes still. Her fingers tighten in my cut so suddenly the leather creaks.
Fuck.
I look down at her immediately. She’s staring at nothing now. Not the room. Not the people. Somewhere else entirely. Back there. Her breathing changes. Shallower.
I slide my hand farther up her neck, grounding her as much as I can. “You don’t have to—”
“No,” she whispers.
Her voice cracks slightly. Then she swallows and tries again. “No. They should know.” Nobody interrupts. Nobody moves.
The entire room waits.
Olivia finally pulls back enough to look around the room, though she stays tucked tightly against my side. “Eli tried to stop them,” she says quietly. “They kept telling him to… to touch me. To…” Her voice falters hard. “They said they were breaking me in.”
The room darkens instantly.
Shadow’s expression turns murderous.
Blaze looks sick.
Joker stops smiling completely.
Olivia keeps going anyway. “He wouldn’t do it.” Tears fill her eyes, but she forces the words out. “They hit him. They kept threatening him, and he still wouldn’t do it.”
My chest feels like it’s being split open from the inside listening to this. “He told them no,” she whispers. “Over and over.”
Nobody breathes.
“They shot him.” The words hit like a fucking bomb.
Mac covers her mouth.
Kya drops her eyes immediately.
Raven’s face goes cold in that dangerous, silent way that says violence is coming later.
Olivia’s voice shakes harder now. “He fell beside the bed.” Her breathing stutters. “And there was blood everywhere and…” She stops abruptly. Her face changes. Not panic. Not horror. Something quieter.
Worse.
Her eyes slowly lift around the room. To Logan. Cain. Dom. Me. Understanding starts building piece by piece. “You knew,” she says softly. Nobody answers. Nobody needs to. Her face drains further. “You saw it.”
Fuck. That one hurts. Not because she’s wrong. Because she’s realizing it now.
She looks up at me then. And I watch the exact moment it fully lands. I saw what they did to her. Every fucking second of it. That realization tears through her face so sharply I’d rather take another bullet than watch it happen.
