Page 69 of Save Me
Standing abruptly, I say, “Everyone okay?”
Quentin comes to me and wraps his arms around me, cupping the back of my head as he holds me close, not saying anything. I cling to him, tears welling up after the stress of the day melts away. “Fine,” he whispers, pulling back. “What about you and Aaron?”
“I gave him some painkillers, and he seems to be resting okay, but we need to get him upstairs. The couch needs a scrub, and he needs to be comfortable.”
“We’ll get it sorted,” Callum says, coming over and kissing my forehead. “You’re so strong, Vogue. This has been a day, and you’re still standing.”
I fix him with a sad stare. “Yeah, thanks to my dad. That bullet was meant for me.”
“We took care of it,” Thayer murmurs as he and Harry join us while Adam goes over to my dad. “The Vipers won’t be causing anyone any trouble anytime soon.”
“Are you sure? I don’t think I can take another day like this one, not yet anyway.”
“Totally sure. I put a bullet in their leader’s head; Thayer stole most of their money and we blew up their three main locations. We’re good. For now.”
Snorting at the most inappropriate time ever, I grab Thayer’s hand. “You have fun?”
“Oh yeah,” he replies with a wicked grin.
“I can get up on my feet myself,” Dad’s voice rings out behind me,
I turn and pull away from the guys. “No, Dad. Let him help you.”
“No.” Aaron glares at me, but it’s kind of ruined by the fact that he was shot in the chest, is covered in bloody rags as the doctor cut his shirt away and looks like an exhausted mess. “Nothing keeps Aaron McGowan down.”
“Fine,” I murmur, but give Adam an imploring stare to help.
Adam nods once and follows Dad as he hobbles unsteadily to the stairs, but miraculously stays on his feet.
“Jesus,” I murmur, then turn back to the couch. “We need to clean this up. Or maybe throw it out.”
“Let’s try cleaning first. A bloody couch showing up will cause ructions we don’t need,” Harry states and turns to head towards the kitchen.
“True,” I mutter and follow, ready to get the bleach on this once pristine white leather couch. It’ll be ruined, but that’s unavoidable.
We spend the next hour scrubbing and wiping, the metallic tang of blood still lingering in the air like a ghost. It’s a grim sort of togetherness, each of us lost in our thoughts while our handswork methodically. The couch starts to look less like a crime scene, but the memories it holds are now stained deep memories that won’t bleach out.
Eventually, Harry stands back, grunting in approval. “Looks better,” he announces.
I toss my ruined rag into the bucket and sink down onto one of the less affected cushions, exhausted.
Callum watches me from across the room, his gaze burning with that intensity only he possesses. “You need rest,” he says, a command wrapped in concern. His mafia prince attitude doesn’t falter even now, even after all this chaos.
“Yeah,” I agree, but there’s no energy left in my voice. My body still trembles slightly from the adrenaline crash. Before I can protest or even make a move, Quentin scoops me up into his arms with ease. His warmth seeps into my bones as he carries me upstairs to my bedroom.
The sheets are cool against my skin as Quentin lays me down with gentle care. “Sleep,” he murmurs, brushing hair from my forehead with calloused fingers that have dealt death today.
“Stay? All of you?” The suggestion in my tone doesn’t go missed by any of the guys who followed us up the stairs.
“Yes, but you need to rest,” Callum states.
“Don’t want to.” I pout in what I hope is a sexy way.
He chuckles and kicks his shoes off, stripping off his tee with one hand while the other goes to work on his pants. He is the most coordinated man I’ve ever come across, but it doesn’t surprise me. The Earl of Woodhurst. Stoic, a pillar of strength and refinement. Hot, sexy and desperately in need of me, if his raging hard-on is anything to go by. I smile, losing all sense of tiredness as he leaps on the bed and starts to help me undress. The other guys are quick to catch up, climbing onto the bed with us, before Harry leaps off to lock the door with a laugh.
He re-joins us and I look at each of them. “I’m so lucky to have you all in my life. At first, I was scared, but you have proven to me that there is nothing to fear.”
“We are lucky to have you,” Quen murmurs, parting my legs slowly. “And not just for this.” He ducks his head and sucks my clit into his mouth.
