Page 61 of Felix

“Spike!” I scream, rage boiling over as Angel’s shot finds its mark, dropping the fucker by the car.

“You okay, Spike,” Angel shouts, his voice frantic.

The world slows down as Matteo’s scream rips through the air. I watch, heart pounding, as his eyes go black with rage. He’s like a fucking demon, racing towards the man who Angel shot.

“Matteo, stop!” I yell, but it’s too late. He’s lost in his anger.

He unloads his clip into the bastard’s face, blood and flesh splattering everywhere. Gunfire echoes in my ears, drowning out the rest. But Matteo isn’t done yet. He leans down, grabs his knife, and starts stabbing the lifeless body, hacking at it with every ounce of strength he has.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, unable to look away from the glorious sight.

Angel ignores the carnage, focusing on the task at hand. He races to the car with the little girl still in his arms and places her in the back seat, securing her in as fast as he can.

I follow Angel’s lead, tossing Aurora’s limp body onto the back seat next to the little girl. Her small hand reaches out, grabbing onto Aurora’s like it’s a fucking lifeline. Even though she’s out cold, the kid still wants some kind of reassurance that shit isn’t going to go south again.

“Stay strong, kid,” I mutter, sliding in next to Aurora and placing her unconscious head on my lap. I can’t help but think how fucked up our lives have become. My eyes shift to the window as Angel helps Spike up. That cunt must have nine lives or some shit, always bouncing back like nothing happened.

“Come on, Spike, get your ass in here!” Angel growls, opening the back hatch door of the car and helping him lie down.

“Fucking finally,” I grumble under my breath. But there isn’t time to waste. Angel takes off towards, who’s still hacking away at that bastard like he’s a piece of meat.

“Matteo, stop! It’s done, man,” Angel pleads, approaching him like he’s a caged animal, talking softly and slowly. “We gotta go.”

“Fuck… yeah…” Matteo mumbles, his eyes glazed over like he’s somewhere else entirely. Blood and brain matter cover him from head to toe. But he snaps out of it, or at least enough to stumble back into the car and jump into the passenger seat. Angel jumps behind the wheel and starts the engine, revving it like we’re in some goddamn action flick.

“Let’s get the fuck outta here,” I say, my words laced with anger and grit.

I can’t tear my eyes away as Angel manoeuvres the car down the dirt road, kicking up a cloud of dust behind us. The tyres screech as we merge back onto the highway, and I finally force myself to blink.

Aurora’s head is still in my lap, her hair tangled and matted with sweat and blood. My heart aches for her—she’s been through so much already. I glance down at Matteo’s discarded jacket on the floor, and without a second thought, I snatch it up and drape it over her naked body. It isn’t much, but it’s something.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, taking in the damage done to her skin. Massive sections are missing from her back as if someone had tried to peel her like a goddamn fruit.Deep cuts and bruises pepper every inch of her exposed flesh, evidence of the torture she’s endured. I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms until I feel the sting of my skin breaking.

“Shit, man,” Angel says, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. “You okay?”

“Am I okay?” I snap, my voice cracking. “Look at her, Angel. Just fucking look at her.”

Aurora stirs slightly at the sound of our voices, and I stroke her hair gently, trying not to disturb any of the patches where her scalp is visible beneath the strands. Her leg catches my eye—the entire bottom half covered in a nasty burn that makes my stomach churn.

“Easy, Aurora,” I whisper to her, my voice barely audible above the engine’s hum. “We got you now.”

A tangled mess of emotions swirls within me—rage at the fuckers who hurt her, relief that we found her in time, and a fierce, protective love that threatens to consume me whole.

“Matteo…” Angel says gently, “… call Niko and put him on speaker.”

“Right,” Matteo mutters, fumbling with his phone. His blood-soaked hands slip on the screen, but he manages to press Niko’s name and place it on speaker. The ringing echoes through the car, a harsh reminder of the chaos we just endured.

“Dad?” Niko’s voice comes through the speakers, tense and worried.

“Get the warehouse ready for an emergency. We’re coming now,” Angel orders, urgency lacing his words.

“Shit,” Niko curses. “You guys alright? Need a cleanup crew?”

Angel glances at me through the rearview mirror, our eyes locking for a brief moment. “What do you want to do, Felix?”

I don’t hesitate. “Scout the whole place first. Then burn it all down.”

“Alright, Felix. I’ll make it happen,” Niko says. The line goes dead, and we’re left in silence once more.

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