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By the time we get to the wooden box, I see we have dug about three feet. Christy isn’t making any sounds; we are all sweating and covered with dirt. Gianni and I grip the edge of the lid, then pull. It’s nailed shut. There’s no way she could have escaped.
We roar in unison, our strength being tested, but finally, the wood breaks, and we almost fall over.
“Christy?” Delilah whimpers, as she looks down.
“I have her.” Gianni scoops an unconscious Christy from the box and lies her on the ground. He presses an ear to her chest. “I don’t hear a heartbeat.”
“Oh my, god.”
Gianni begins CPR, giving her air before pressing against her chest.
Christy gasps for breath as she opens her eyes before coughing, then loud sobs follow.
Delilah falls to her knees and gathers her friend in her arms. Gianni and I fall back, exhausted. Sweat stinging my eyes. There’s dirt under my nails, pants, suit, and face. I haven’t been this dirty from the soil in a very long time—if not ever. I’m typically washing blood off my hands and clothes.
Christy lets go of Delilah and throws herself at Gianni. “Thank you for coming after me.”
He wraps his arms around her and holds her as if she’s something precious. “Always,” he whispers.
“I brought him for you. The car got boring,” Matias says, holding a beaten and bloody Caleb.
Christy stands to her feet, and I notice her busted lip and a black eye. That mother fucker hit her. She has tears streaming down her face, and Caleb has the audacity to look smug.
“I see you found your way out of the hole I made you,” he says, blood dripping down his shoulders.
Christy reaches for the gun tucked in Gianni’s holster.
“And you’re about to find yourself in it, you fucking asshole.”
We can’t move quick enough to stop her, but Christy fires, the bullet puncturing his heart.
He falls limp in Matias’s hold, and my brother drops him to the ground. “Holy shit, that was badass.”
Christy’s hand is shaking, and the tremors cause the gun to rattle. Gianni lowers her arm, taking the weapon from her.
“I told you she’d want to shoot him herself.”
“I’ll bury him myself.” Christy kicks Caleb’s dead body and drags him across the ground. Gianni tries to help her, but she smacks his hand away. “I can do it.”
When she gets Caleb to the edge of the hole, she pushes him with her foot, and he lands with a hard smack in the wooden box. “Time to bury the past.”
I walk around Delilah, hand pressed against her stomach, kissing her cheek. “I think she might be okay. She’s taking this oddly well.”
“Christy is badass, but this will catch up to her. You don’t get over the man you thought you loved trying to kill you so quickly.”
With every angry scoop of dirt, Christy cried, and Gianni helped her, burying a love that was always meant to die.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Delilah
It’s been months since the chaos with Caleb. Romano is still underground, and no one has heard a peep. Carmine doesn’t believe Romano will be hiding forever. Our enemy is planning something—in Carmine’s opinion.
I was able to take my test too. My professor hasn’t gone back to work. He hasn’t been able to talk since the attack and near-death experience, so he took a leave of absence from teaching and hired a temporary replacement. The university let me make up my test due to my kidnapping and my professor being attacked. I was finally able to graduate, and I was able to go to medical school.
But being six months pregnant and pre-labor scares was a no go, so I’ve been ordered to stay home. Medical school will have to wait.
But there’s something else happening in the meantime.
