It happened.
Collin’s eyes opened, and a small smirk formed on his lips. “Connors,” he coughed, blood now oozing from his lips. “It’s good to see you.”
“You piece of shit,” Dean growled, pressing the gun harder against my blue-eyed demon’s temple. My lover chuckled softly, looking down for a moment then back up at me.
“Don’t do it in front of my angel, Connors. Be a decent man.”
“Dean, stop it!”
His hazel eyes found mine with snarl on his lips. “You have got to be fucking kidding me, Kay! He is the fucking enemy!”
I lost it. “The enemy is lying in a pool of his own blood upstairs!” I shouted at the baseball player.
His arm loosened, and I seized my moment. I dove onto Collin, pulling his head to my chest and wrapping my arms around him.
“Stay with me! Stay with me, please! I’ll never ask for anything else! I’ll stay with you in your big dark house on the lake! Please! I’ll cook for you. I’ll give you babies. We can be a family. We willlove you so much! You would be such a good father. I’ll never leave unless it’s with you! Please! Please! Please, Col! Fight for me! Please, babe…” I pressed my cheek against the top of his head and swayed.
Collin chuckled weakly. “My angel always trying to…” he drifted off.
Sirens and the sound of footsteps coming down the tunnel flooded my ears. I looked up to Dean, who was studying me with a pained look on his face, the gun now pointed at both of us.
He was frozen.
“I love him, Dean,” I said through my tears.
“Connors!” James’ voice echoed from down the hall. They were closing in. I looked down at the swarm of people rushing to us before looking at my best friend’s fiancé.
“Dean—Dean, please! I beg you. I love him. Please!” I cried.
Dean’s chest rose and fell rapidly as his eyes bounced between my face and Collin. Seconds passed but it felt like an eternal hell. I glared up at him through my tears.
“You want kill to him, then you better kill me too, because I am not living in this world without him beside me!” I declared, my voice stronger than before.
“Fucking hell,” he mumbled as he dropped the gun to his side. He turned his back to me and held both hands up to the men charging for us.
“Garner, get the chopper ready. We have a GSW to the chest. Have Gwen meet us in the chopper,” he ordered looking back to me.
“Kay.”
It was a gentle boom, one that only could belong to my uncle.
“She hasn’t moved. She won’t drink anything.”
I didn’t know who that was, nor did I give a shit. A hand landed on my shoulder, heavy but gentle—warm, the complete opposite of the cold, sterile room I had been in for the last few hours. Or days. I didn’t know.
“Sweetheart, look at me,” he commanded softly. I didn’t have the energy to take my eyes off of the wall. I didn’t want to. The wall didn’t have blood on it. It was clean and crisp. Fresh. Undamaged.
My uncle sighed beside me before moving into my line of sight and crouching down. His warm brown eyes and brown skin made my heart flutter. Just once. Sullie made it out okay. He was alive and unharmed. I supposed I had something to thank God for after all.
“Kay, please.”
That was my brother. I refused to look at him or speak to him after what he tried to do. He kept me away from the man I loved. Maybe we could have gotten out sooner if Jer hadn’t been holding me back. Maybe I wouldn’t be covered in my lover’s blood. Maybe we would’ve been back to the island right now,and I could have made everyone dinner. The staff, the guards, everyone. We could have been starting of the rest of our lives.
“Kay, the doctor is waiting to…examine you,” he said slowly, his face morphing into unease.
That got my attention. “I’m not injured,” I deadpanned, looking at the woman in the white coat who seemed to blend in with the wall.Were all hospitals white? Who designed these places?
“We need to get the rape kit started, Ms. Jones—”