Page 110 of Undone

They tried to burn us alive.

The reality of his world hits me.

I thought I understood before, but I didn’t.

It’s not until you feel the air move as bullets fly by you—and live in the danger, that you can fully understand.

“Go back in the tunnel. It’s warmer. Wait for us.”

“No!” I grab his sleeve.

“I’m finishing this for all of us,” Smith growls, putting a fresh clip into his gun, “then I’m coming back for you, baby. And no one—not even God or the devil himself, can keep me from you.”

The look he gives, sears me. I’m no longer cold, but hot as he shoots me one last scorching glance—promising of things to come, before disappearing into the dark. Rog follows after kissing Dev. She’s shaking like a leaf when I grab her hand. “He’s going to come back.” I assure her.

Duke hands me another gun. “Protect Shanna and the baby.”

“With my life,” I vow. He slips away in the dark and not long after, shouts and gunfire come from the direction of the burning safe house.

Dev starts to scream, but I clap a hand over her mouth not letting go—even as her sharp teeth bite me. “No! The Felons could hear our location! Get back inside the tunnel. We all need to do what they say for once.”

The three of us all have tears streaking our dirt covered faces as we descend one by one back underground. “This is all my fault,” Shanna whispers, through trembling lips.

“No. Don’t say that. Trent is a traitor… a worm…. he would’ve found a way to kill us all. Thank God he didn’t.”

“If I wasn’t pregnant, I’d be the first one to find that asshole,” Shanna breathes, “he knows I’m pregnant and tried to burn me alive anyway. I hope Duke gets him first and makes him suffer.”

“We’re outnumbered. Who knows how many men were waiting to set the trap?”

I squeeze Dev’s hand tighter, “It can’t be many. We took his phone, so he couldn’t call for backup until we got here. He must’ve made the call while we were all in bed.”

“Dev!”

“Shanna!”

Frantic shouts come from above, as the door lifts open.

My heart trips, falling over the edge of the cliff. “Where is he?”

Rog’s large hand comes down helping each of us climb out. “We’ve got to go. Now! Before more Felons get here.”

“No! I’m not leaving without him!” I scream, as Rog pulls me to Shanna’s truck. They must’ve driven it over here. “Where is he!?”

“Gone. He went after Trent. We ambushed them as they watched the cabin going up in flames, thinkin’ we were all inside. That fucker got away. The rest of them we threw into the fire.”

My hands shake. I bit my lip so hard—I taste my own blood mixed with the tears I’m choking on. Damn him. He better come back in one piece or I’ll tear him apart myself.

With a heavy and pissed off heart—I climb into the backseat beside Dev. My face presses to the glass window as the truck bounces over the packed snow. Sparks shoot up to the sky, the acrid smell of electrics burning, make it into the truck’s interior.

I almost lost it all tonight.

Despite all that, I know I won’t run from us. If I get the chance to tell him that…

“Where are we going?” I ask, as the truck bumps its way back onto the main road.

“Canada.” Duke answers.

“To Creed’s Clubhouse there?” Shanna asks.

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