Page 76 of Saviour
“No,” I say bluntly, curling my hands into fists.
“She’s got nowhere else to go. She—”
“I don’t give a fuck, Dax! This isourhome.”
“That’s not going to change.”
I close my eyes and chant in my head, trying to find his reasoning but still struggling to sympathise.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Birdie. I love you.”
I whisper it back. Because I don’t want to not say it, but I’m also mad. I hear his light laughter just before he hangs up the phone and I look around the office, trying to picture somebody else here.
Not just somebody else, another girl.
I know I’ve never met her and don’t really have any solid reason to hate her. Yes, she shot Carlo, but it’s still a good thing. But she’s also kept my man so occupied that he’s rarely come home in months. Call me jealous. You’d be right. But can I really blame Dax for sticking by King, just like he’s always done?
Fuck, I need to punch something.
Jumping off from the armchair, I head to the gym to sweat out my anger.
Tomorrow, Dax is home to stay and that’s all that needs to matter right now.
* * *
I pacethe floor in front of the window on the landing that overlooks the driveway and freeze when finally, a black car makes its way down the gravel. It stops outside the mansion, but nobody exits and I hold my breath, ready to see Dax’s face.
After minutes of waiting and nothing happening, I’m tempted to run down the stairs, pull open the car door to see who it is myself, but I hold back because I also haven’t forgotten this is the mafia, so who knows who’s paying a visit.
Another car makes its way down the driveway and I recognise it instantly as King’s Cadillac.
Finally!
The car stops behind the first one and again, there’s no movement for a few minutes and I’m almost pulling my hair out in anticipation, but then King steps out of the Cadillac and Dax follows suit from the car in front.
I jump, a smile creeping onto my face, and I rush down the stairs, but when I get to the door, King is halfway up the stairs and Dax,my Dax, is helping a vulnerable young girl, with dark brown hair and a jumpsuit covered in blood, out of the car.
“What’s happened?” I ask, stunned on the spot and King freezes. I can tell he’s trying to avoid me, and I have no idea what’s happened, but Dax isn’t the man who should be helping Theo out of the car. “I swear to fucking God, King, if you don’t go and help her, what was the point of all this?”
He listens to me and then nods, turning back around and taking Theo out from under Dax’s arms. He cradles her and then makes his way back up the steps and very briefly flashes his eyes to me, a flicker of pain and loss shining deeply in his green irises. Theo’s head is buried in King’s shoulder and doesn’t notice me standing there.
And when Dax finally approaches me, some blood on his shirt and the same look in his eyes as King, I grab his face tightly and beg him to look at me.
“What happened?” I ask softly, and Dax’s hands hold on to mine over his cheeks.
“Puck’s dead.”
He sinks into me and I stand motionless, unsure what to say or what to do.
I never got to meet Puck. He was banished to the prison with King before I came here and he never got to leave with King. When Theo killed Carlo, the plan was to free Puck, but King was under the notion that Theo needed someone in there to protect her. So he stayed.
And what was it all for? Because now he’s dead. And I’ll never get to meet my boys’ best friend.
All because of Theodora Harlow.
* * *
A week goesby and I don’t see Theo at all. I spend my time in the gym, doing whatever tasks King sets for me to do and being there for Dax when I can.
