I cough, watching as specks of my blood splatter over his face.
Coldness fills my veins, and I roll my head along the concrete floor so I can see my babies.
“I love you, my babies,” I croak.“Close your eyes, okay?Daddy will be here.He won’t let you down.”
My limbs grow heavy, but I shake my head, fighting to stay conscious even as pain throbs under my skin.
They need me.
He needs me.
I’m not ready to go yet.
Not ready to leave them.
Tears trail down my temples and mix with the blood leaking from me.
My eyes drift closed, andhe’sthere to meet me.
“I don’t think so, little bird.It’s not your time yet,” Jonah croons, his inked fingers trailing over my face in a gentle caress.“You have too many people who love you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.I got two good years with you and the twins.You didn’t deserve the things Frankie put you through.I’m the one who’s sorry for being weak with him.”Jonah leans down and brushes his cool lips over my forehead as a loud roar comes from somewhere around us.“Now, open those beautiful, multi-colored eyes, little bird.And tell my big brother that I said to make it hurt.”
My eyes flutter open just as a beautiful beast with long hair kicks down the door.
Frankie’s eyes jerk to mine when I choke out a laugh.
“One, two, my beast is coming for you ...”
Chapter Forty-Five
There’sanurgencyinmy gut, a voice whispering in my ear to hurry before it’s too late.
We fly through the dark, empty streets of a town not far from Coral Cay, hurrying to the warehouse location that the man gave us.
Cyanide, Ducky, and Devious are escorting Birdie’s sister back to the clubhouse.She wouldn’t go unless it was with her brother, and as much as he wanted to be with us to rescue Birdie and the twins, he knew this new one needed him too.
Dimples’s car, Monster’s bike, and a pickup truck are the only vehicles in the lot of the empty warehouse.
Frankie must believe his dick is bigger than it is if he doesn’t have any other protection on them.Or maybe there weren’t many Demented Demons left after we killed the ones we’d come across during our search for Birdie and the twins.
I pull my precious off my back and swing her around as I stroll toward the door.
The sounds of flesh smacking against flesh and pleasured grunts ring out as we step inside.
Dimples is bent over the back of a ratty couch while a big, hairy motherfucker rails her ass.He has her hair wrapped around his meaty hand, and he’s so focused on watching where his dick disappears that he doesn’t register us at first.
She does, though.
And boy, do her terrified screams sound fucking delicious.
Butcher takes care of the other man who was stroking his dick while I aim my sights on this one.
The man’s head jerks up, and his eyes widen as he sees my axe spinning through the air toward him.He only gets as far as sliding his dick out of her gaping asshole before the blade slams into his forehead.
Blood spurts from him, coating Dimples’s naked body.
