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“What happened?” I mouthed to Luca, who just shook his head. He looked as wrecked as Brooks.
Brooks noticed me then and launched into my arms. “Sir!”
“Shh, sweetheart. I’m right here.” I had no fucking clue what had happened, but I felt like I should say something. Brooks melted into me.
Luca looked shaken. Skye half fell, half hugged him, kissing his cheek. “Love you, bossman. We all love you.”
Luca just nodded and hugged Skye.
I realized I needed to take control here. Somehow, I managed to stand with Brooks in my arms. “Come on, let’s get everyone inside.”
“Don’t let me go,” Brooks whispered.
Fuck. He was killing me here, and Luca was a fucking shell. “I won’t. I promise, Brooks.”
Luca held onto Skye tightly while I carried Brooks, and we somehow made it.
CHAPTER 38
LUCA
So,this was what Dom drop felt like? 10/10 did not recommend. I was in a fucking fog. I had no idea how Maverick managed to get us all into the house, but I had never been more grateful for him than I was at the moment.
He brought us through the back, where we already had water, soda, Gatorade, baby wipes, and basic first aid set up and ready to go. We had dragged all the pillows and cushions in the room as well and had covered them with sheets to protect them from any dirt or bodily fluids. I just stared.
Maverick’s big hand cupped my cheek and forced me to look at him. He still had Brooks hanging on him and was keeping him in place with one hand under his still exposed ass.
“Luc, you with me, babe?”
I blinked a few times. I had to get it together. I couldn’t let this all fall on Maverick. Skye and Brooks both needed aftercare. We all needed to get clean.
“Y-yeah.”
“Good. Don’t fall apart on me yet, okay? They need you.”
I straightened my shoulders, willing that fog that was threatening to pull at my brain to dissipate. “I’m good. I’m okay.”
He squeezed my cheek. “Yes, you are. I don’t think Brooks is going anywhere. Can you take care of Skye?”
“Of course.”
Maverick watched me for another second before nodding and turning his attention on Brooks. I looked at Skye, knowing he deserved my entire focus.
He smiled sleepily at me. “Maverick really did a number on you, huh?” I lightly touched a bruise on jaw.
“So good. I’m so fucking sore.”
Okay, let’s take care of you, love.”
I helped Skye get his muddy, torn clothes off, and once he was naked, I grabbed one of the water bottles, a towel, and a pack of baby wipes. I guided him to one of the towels on the floor and began getting the worst of the caked-on mud and dirt and blood off him, careful to clean out any cuts I saw. We’d wash for real later.
Skye swayed and I steadied him. “Easy now, baby. I got you. Few more minutes and you can relax.”
“Mmmkay.”
Once he was clean enough, I brought him to the pillows and helped him lie face down. Then I stripped out of my clothes and did my own clean up. I had my own fair share of scrapes and bruises I didn’t want to get infected. None of us bothered with clothes or cleaning up the back room. I’d do it tomorrow.
For now, I just grabbed one of the tubs of arnica cream and knelt next to Skye.
