Swallowing hard, I give him a shaky smile.“But if he hurts the kids, it’ll hurt me, and then I won’t be able to focus on giving my love to you.Leaving them here with their dad will be best.”
Monster opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, another familiar voice intrudes.
“You don’t want to disappoint Frankie, Monster,” Dimples says, stepping over the broken pieces of wood in the entryway.“You promised him the brats, and he’ll let you have her.They’ll only be in the way for me to get what I want if they’re left here.”She takes the gun from Monster and points it to the middle of Lovelyn’s head as she stares at me.“If you don’t walk out of this door right now, I’ll shoot her without hesitation.”
No matter how much my soul urges me to fight, there’s no way in hell I’ll risk my kids.
They’re always going to be my weakness.
“Okay,” I whisper, then give a shaky smile to the twins.“Everything is going to be okay.We’ll be fine.”
What these people will never understand is that even though my kids are my weakness, they’re also my greatest strength.
They’re my reason to fight.
To keep going.
So, I’ll endure what I need to.
Forthem.
Forhim.
Because there’s no way in hell, this is our end.
Pope will come for us.
When he does, I’ll be ready to burn the goddamn world down at his side.
He may strike the match, but I’ll pour the fucking gasoline.
Chapter Forty-Three
It’sbeenforty-twohourssince we found out Frankie had escaped because we had a fucking rat infestation.
The only reason I’m able to stand on two feet was because Cypher showed me the footage from my house.
My family is alive.
It’s the only thought I’ve held on to for the last two days.
Manic apologized for the way he delivered the news about our fallen brothers, but I don’t hold it against him.He was in shock and couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing.
Gavel has tried to get me to go to sleep, warning me that I’m no good to them if I can’t take care of myself.When my eyes close, the nightmares come.The visions of things that haven’t happened, but could if I don’t get to them.
Instead of my men on the ground bleeding from wounds they won’t survive, it’s my kids.
It’s my Birdie.
So, I keep my eyes open.
I keep searching, keep fighting.
Waiting for each piece of information Cypher sends me.
Our house is a graveyard.
Pavement stained red.
