Page 34 of Savage
He attempted to lead me, but I pulled him back against my chest. The icy cold feeling that had sunk deep into my soul was letting up, but it wasn’t gone. I opened the back door.
“Get in.”
Sayge’s eyebrows dipped, and I smoothed them out. He needn’t worry about anything.
“But.”
“Let me handle this,” I said.
He glanced at the alleyway before his deep blue eyes met mine once more. “Okay. Thank you, da—Elio.”
I stood there and shook my head. “Daddy.”
Sayge grinned. I had a distinct feeling he’d slipped up on purpose, but it didn’t matter. The way he called me daddy felt right.
“Lock it. Don’t open it until you see me.”
Sayge nodded, and I bent over and placed one more kiss on his sweet lips. A soft smile graced his face, but his eyes didn’t shimmer like before. I closed the door and stepped down the alleyway. The sound of flesh crashing into a brick wall echoed around me. A wet slap reached my ears. I could only imagine the amount of blood and flesh torn that had to be there to make that sound. It would have made me smile on any other occasion, but I knew Dar was doing it. The idea of him hurting himself filled me with rage.
I stepped further down. The moment my eyes landed on Dar, I was behind him before he knew I was there. I grabbed both wrists in an iron-clad hold, halting his next punch.
“Enough,” I said through gritted teeth.
Dar’s breathing was erratic. He tried to pull free of my hold, but that wasn’t happening either.
“Fuck off,” Dar shouted.
My hands tightened around his wrists. I moved forward, shoving him against the wall he’d just been punching. Upon closer inspection, I saw the splattered blood and the bricks that held some bits of torn flesh from his knuckles. I flipped Dar around and gathered both wrists in one hand, pinning them above his head. I wrapped my other hand around his throat and squeezed.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Dar blinked a few times as if noticing it was me for the first time. His jaw clenched, and he tried to break my hold. I shoved my leg between his and stared down at him.
“I said that’s enough.” I didn’t give him a chance to respond by crashing our mouths together. I bit his lip until blood spilled and then did it again until Dar went lax in my hold.
“What are you doing here?” Dar finally said.
“I’ve come to take you home.”
Dar’s gaze dropped. He licked his lips, clearing them of the fresh blood. A humorless laugh broke free. “I don’t have one of those…again.”
I titled his head up. “Let me rephrase it then. I am here to take you to your new home.”
Dar’s eyes widened. Still, a flicker of doubt stirred in his gaze.
“How did you know?” He shook his head. “Never mind, I don’t care right now. I just—I’m just so fucking tired.”
He sagged in my hold. My fighter wasn’t fighting, and it felt incredibly wrong. I pulled back, expecting him to challenge me in some way. Yet, Dar was quiet as I walked him out of the alleyway.
Sayge opened the door the moment I approached. He grinned at me as I brought Dar inside. He flopped over on the back seat. Sayge instantly went to him, pushing his fingers through his dark hair.
“Lock it,” I gritted out.
There was so much anger inside of me I nearly didn’t know what to do with it. However, I also realized I couldn’t let it out. Stepping back into the alley, I stopped the moment Calvin spoke.
“What are you doing here?”
I found him on the ground, head buried in his arms as they rested on his knees.How could he look so small?
