Page 78 of Revenge Saints
She doesn’t just belong to us; she completes us. Like she was made to fill the cracks we didn’t even know we had.
So she can scream.
She can cry.
She can call me a monster.
But she’snotwalking away.
And Bryn?
She’s about to find out exactly what we do to traitors.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” Dante mutters, exhaling hard. “You two get some sleep. You look like shit. I’ll keep watch.”
I grunt, nod, and drop down onto the floor near the inside wall, away from the windows. Max does the same. Dante sits in the corner, angled just right, watching both the door and the windows, like the trained bastard he is.
He’s right. I’m tired asfuck.
Haven’t slept more than two hours since Dante was taken. Even now, with him back, I can’t stop thinking,how the hell are we gonna take the base back?
That place was ours. After the plague, we built a life that almost felt normal. Our own fucked-up version of peace.
When Bryn and Aspen came along, I really thought it meant something. Like, we might actuallymake it.
Happy. Alive.
Then Ethan got it all: the house, the power, and the girl.
The girl who was supposed to be his everything… But instead she lied to him like she did to us.
The fucking irony.
I close my eyes, just for a second, and the thought slams into me—
Maybe we should let the base go, find a new place. Start over.
Fuck.
Is it the base I’m mourning… or the idea of Roman living there, sitting in our kitchen, touching our shit?
“Fuck.” I whisper and snap my eyes open.
“Reaper,” Dante murmurs from across the room, “you need to rest, brother.”
“Can’t shut my brain off.” I shake my head, dragging myself upright and moving closer to him. “What if we just walked away? Left the base behind?”
Dante studies me for a second, then smirks.
“You wouldn’t make it a fuckingdayknowing Roman’s still breathing.”
He’s not wrong. Maybe I’d try. For them. But it would eat me alive.
“What if we get killed?” I whisper, my eyes flicking to Max. Just looking at him makes my chest clench. If either of them dies trying to take the base…
“We won’t.” His eyes burning. “We’re the fuckingBloodHawks. And Roman? His time’s up. He’s getting a bullet between the eyes.”
I nod slowly.
