Page 257 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“A sacrifice I had to make. But because she also didn’t remember him, the heartbreak of losing her daughter was gone. She didn’t remember you either. I was hoping once she fell for me, I could give her another child, but complications from your birth stopped that. But now, I win. Melinda loves me, she can have the babies she always wanted, and we can run Olympia together.”

“You’re forgetting one thing,” I say.

“And what’s that?” he sneers.

“I’m not going to let you take them without a fight.”

As the words come out of my mouth, Zadom cries. It’s soft but enough to shift the focus off me for a split second. I use the training the guys gave me to get the dick behind me disarmed. He must have really just been a driver because he barely puts up any fight, and I pull the trigger the moment I have a clear shot. I didn’t want to, especially being this close. Bile rises in my throat as the blood splatter covers the windscreen.

A scream tears through my throat when I’m ripped back by my hair. I clutch the gun with everything I’ve got, letting him drag me from the vehicle. My ears still ring from firing inside the enclosed space, and I can’t hear the twins crying, so hopefully they’re okay. All I know is I need to fight.

The gun is kicked from my hand when I’m thrown to the ground, and a second kick to my stomach sends blinding pain shooting through me. The man above me points a gun towards me, and I turn my head to see Ziyon removing the babies from the ambulance.

“No!” I scream.

A blurwooshespast me, and a warrior scream is all I hear. Thenpop pop,and everything goes black.

A small eternity later, my eyes flutter open, and I roll to my side with a wheeze. Grace lays next to me, blood surrounding us. “Grace,” I say, slapping her face.

She gasps a heavy breath, and her eyes open. “I’m alive?” she asks, and I nod.

“But why are we still alive?” I rasp. “He wanted us dead. He was spooked.”

The sound of an engine roars as it gets closer, dust filling the air when the car slides sideways and stops just a few steps from us.

Where the fuck are we?

“Jolie,” Trace cries, falling down beside me along with Chester and Laughn. Two more cars pull up, and I’m quickly surrounded by all my guys.

“They’re gone,” I cry. “He took them. We tried to fight them off, but they were too strong, and I don’t know how we are alive.”

“Fuck,” Creed spits out. “Get them in the ambulance and strip them down. I need to stop the bleeding.”

I fight him away. “The babies!” I scream.

“Shh, Star, the others are on it. We already have a team in the air. He can’t have gone far,” Trace whispers, and I relax slightly.

“Little Angel,” Chester says, leaning over me. “You need to have that head looked at.”

“Fuck my head, Chester. Go and find my fucking babies. You and Laughn. You ripped Mr Z limb from limb, so go do it again! I want my babies back now!” He looks me in the eye, and he can see me—my pain—and nods.

“The fucker will wish for death by the time I’m done with him, and I will nurse him back to health just to see his soul leave his body over and over again.”

Trace slowly lifts me, and I see Davis lift Grace just as gently. We are both moved carefully into the ambulance, even though I have no clue what the heck happened. Creed kneels down in front of me and lifts my shirt, checking that I’m okay, and Trace holds a cloth to my head. “You’re so lucky—the bullet grazed your head. We have an ambulance on its way to be safe.”

“Guys!” Davis shouts. “Some help over here. She has been hit, and there’s a lot of blood.”

Creed turns around and clears off the bed. They lay Grace down, and I reach out and take her hand. While they rip her shirt off and get to work, the blaring sound of an ambulance gets louder. The flashing lights finally reach us, and they rush Grace from one ambulance to another. Creed fires off information to the paramedics and gives them our doctor’s details and says he will meet them at the closest emergency room.

“What about her?” I hear one of them ask.

“Just a graze,” he growls, and I’m thankful for that. They couldn’t get me to go with them even if they tried.

The paramedic nods and doesn’t push his luck.

“What about the police?” I ask. This is a crime scene after all.

“All taken care of,” Brennan says, stepping into the back of the ambulance. “Creed is going to take you home. Colt’s and Summer’s teams will meet us there to wait with you. The rest of us are going hunting to get our children back.”

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