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Cami.
My stomach drops to the floor.
Fuck.
My girl hates violence with something fierce and just watched me beat a man to death. Is she ever going to be able to look me in the eye again?
“Enough. She didn’t see anything. She’s out cold,” Savage says quietly.
“Is she okay?” I rasp.
His hand squeezes my shoulder. “She’s fine. She just needs you. Now pull it together.”
My legs tremble as I stand. I turn and take a step toward the bed but stop when Happy steps between my girl and me.
“Move.”
He shakes his head once. “No, you need to go clean up. Now.”
“I’m not playing, Happy. Move, I need to check on her.”
“She’s fine. She’s taking a little nap right now, so you need to take the time and clean yourself up. If she wakes up and you’re covered in blood…”
We don’t know how she will react.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
He’s not wrong. Happy knows her almost as well as I do.
“You’re right. You won’t leave her, right?”
Happy places his hands on my shoulders and looks me in the eye. “Trust me, nothing is getting between me and your girl. Not until you get back. I got her.”
“Thank you. All of you, thank you.”
“We got you two,” Happy tells me.
I walk past him and head toward the bathroom. I turn on the light as I step inside and cringe when I see myself. The dirty mirror doesn’t hide the blood that’s on my face. The blood of the man who hurt my girl.
For the first time in years, I feel like I could cry. That was close. Too fucking close. My eyes burn like a motherfucker, but I won’t let them fall. I need to be strong. Over the years I’ve watched my brothers fight to save their women. I never expected it to feel like this.
Jesus Christ, if we had only been a few minutes later, he might have…
No! I push the thought away.
With jerky hands I turn on the water. I scrub at my hands until they are bright red then I move onto my face. When I’mdone, I don’t bother with the once white towel that hangs on the rack.
Instead, I head back to my girl.
“You good?” Savage asks as I step out of the bathroom.
I nod, my eyes darting to my girl. Savage and Happy take a step back as I walk up to her. She looks just like she did this morning in bed. Like she’s sleeping peacefully. The only difference is now her hair is tinged with blood, and dirt is smeared across her pale, bruised skin. She looks like she’s in desperate need of a shower, or hell, maybe even a bath.
Home. I need to get her home. Not even thinking twice, I pick her up. The feel of her in my arms settles something inside of me.
“Let’s get her home. Doc is on his way to check her over,” Savage tells her.
Carefully I carry her down to the truck. Only as we are heading down the stairs does she come to.
