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My stomach rolls as I nod. I don’t give a single shit if Oliver dies. In fact, it would make my life a hell of a lot easier but I can’t stand the thought of Noah getting hurt in this, too, and I know how determined Oliver is.

“You know… I’m good with that as long as I take Noah with me. I’ll open the door again so you can watch as your boy takes his last breath.” He lightly slaps my cheek and stands as tears form in my eyes. The ropes dig into my skin as I struggle against them, my heart thundering in my ears.

“No, please,” I beg as he walks to the door and pulls it open, not even sparing me a second glance as he raises his gun and starts firing. The door swings open just in time for me to see Oliver crumple to the ground and I release a breath as I scan the crowd for Noah. Our eyes lock and I sob as he starts walking toward me. Another gun shot goes off and I jump as my gaze falls to Oliver. His hand falls back to the ground and my gaze jerks up to Noah as he grabs at his stomach. Dark red blood stains his shirt and I scream his name as he falls to his knees in front of the porch.

Oh, god.

No

“Noah!” I scream, pulling against the ropes so hard that they slice my skin but it doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters except Noah. The guys all rush around him, cutting off my view and I lift my head up as I scream.

This can’t be happening.

I can’t lose him again.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Noah

“You listen to me, Noah LeBlanc,” she whispers, the ache in her voice reaching through the darkness to torment me as she grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze. “I love you so that means you don’t get to leave me.”

Never, baby.

I try to open my eyes and turn to her but my body doesn’t do as it’s told. I try to move again. Pain shoots through me, so intense that it feels like every nerve ending in my body is on fire and I groan.

“Noah? Can you hear me? You will wake up, you hear?”

“Leave it to you to think you can order me out of a coma,” I answer, my voice hoarse and my throat aching as I struggle to swallow.

“Oh my god. Noah.”

“Yeah, baby?” I whisper. Fuck, I need some water.

“Oh my god, you’re okay. Can you open your eyes?”

I suck in a breath as I accidentally move again and send another bolt of pain rocking through my body as I crack my eyes open.

“Fuck,” I groan at the bright sunlight streaming in through the blinds. “Water, please.”

She nods and grabs a cup from the table next to my bed before bringing it to my lips and tilting it so I can get a drink. I take a couple small sips before brushing her away.

“What happened?”

“You were shot.”

I turn to her. My eyes widen at the sight of the cuts on her face, the bruises on her eye, and the bandages around her wrists. “What the hell happened to you?”

“It doesn’t matter. How are you feeling?”

I roll my eyes. “Like I got fucking shot. Now, tell me what happened to your face.”

“How much do you remember?”

Turning to stare up at the ceiling, I go over the last thing I can remember. “I was at the clubhouse, getting ready for our wedding and Chance came running into my room saying that Biche was at the cabin…”

“And after that?”

I shake my head. “We all raced over there and all I could think about was how I was going to finally end this. After that, it’s just bits and pieces. Why, what happened?”