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“Come on, Boogie, we have to get King out of here,” I said, as he tried to kiss me.
Where the fuck was my murderous boyfriend?
He growled, yanked me down and kissed me. The taste of copper invaded our kiss. I wanted to melt into his kiss, forget the world, imagine he hadn’t betrayed me. I wanted to revel in everything that was Boogie, that made me love him, that brought me back to life, but the sound of footsteps snapped me out of it.
Boogie huffed as I pulled away, attempting to help him up, trying to forget my moment of weakness. I had him standing in front of King as I cut his ties. As he slumped forward I saw his back was drenched in sweat and blood, I worried even more.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Winchester said, as he walked into the room. “Jesus Fucking Christ.”
He rushed to King, assessing him as they laid him on the floor.
“Shit, we need to get him to Doc now,” Winchester said, looking as worried as I felt.
“Oh fuck!” Maverick and Ruger came into rushing to King.
“His wounds are infected, he’s septic, we need to leave now,” Winchester snapped. “Grab his?—”
Ruger grabbed King's upper body before Winchester finished speaking. Maverick was on the phone with Doc as we left the room. He was on call, but this was more urgent than we thought it was going to be. Boogie and I brought up the rear as we rushed upstairs. It was like I could feel our worry. It was palpable, suffocating and I think that's why I didn't get my gut feeling.
King and the triplets had just exited the house as Boogie walked out. Just as I was about to get on the comms and ask a question, a hand covered my mouth and a knife stabbed my shoulder.
The door slammed shut as I was dragged back and Arthur followed us. I struggled as he pointed a gun at me, and all I heard were gunshots.
“No!” I elbowed the guy, retrieving my knife and stabbing him in the knee as Arthur fired off a shot that I barely dodged which landed in his own man. I grabbed another knife, throwing it at Arthur, grabbing a gun and shooting the guy that was holding me before training my gun on Arthur.
“Call off your guys.” I winced as pain throbbed in my arm.
“No,” he grinned, as a gun was pressed against my temple.
“Hand over the gun, lass,” a thick accent said.
I stilled not from the gun, but from the familiar voice.
“Nic?” I gasped.
“You do remember me,” he purred, stepping in front of me, standing shoulder to shoulder with Arthur.
Their familiarity hit me like a freight train, and I didn’t know how I never noticed it or how I didn’t remember Nic. Fear clawed at me as memories assaulted me. Nic and I in a room together, me sitting on his lap, and bile burning my throat as I remembered it wasn’t Kris who stole me, but Nic.
“Aww, there it is, lass,” he said, grabbing a handful of my hair. “I was wondering if after all these years you would forget me after that fucker took you for himself.”
“Father, we need to leave,” Arthur said looking back at the door. “Those men won’t hold them back, especially Boogie.”
Nic rolled his eyes, “You should have just killed them when we had a chance.”
“Risk the wrath of the Mayor?” Arthur scoffed.
“We are already killing her so what does it matter?” Nic said, grabbing me, hitting the knife that was lodged in my shoulder, and pushing the gun in the middle of my back.
“She’s fair game for sixty days," Arthur argued, as we walked to the back of the house.
“They died in the crosshairs,” Nic shrugged, opening a door and the gunshots got louder.
They pushed me out first.
“Look, I would?—”
The moment the gun left my back, I moved to the side and pulled out another knife I had on me. Nic fired off a few shots, but he was sloppy and hit Arthur. I threw the knife, hitting Nic in the eye and he fired off more shots I wasn’t ready for. A burning pain sliced through my head, cheek and chest as I hit the ground.
