I close my eyes, but I know I won’t be able to sleep. Not on this tiny couch with my legs on Enzo. Not with the tension between us. Not when I want him more than I want any sort of revenge.
Christ, what’s wrong with me? How can I lust after a man who hurt me so much?
Because there are two sides to Enzo. The monster and the protector. Turns out I like it when he protects me. Because him staying home instead of going to the fight feels like protection. If he truly wanted to go, he would have fought harder.
I try to push Enzo out while I wait for news, but hours pass, and he’s still the only thing on my mind. And I’m more conflicted than I’ve ever been about what I want and what I plan on doing next.
“Enzo!” Langston yells down the hallway.
Enzo’s eyes pop open, and we both run at toward Langston’s distant voice.
The front door is open, and Langston stands inside, holding a limp and bleeding Zeke in his arms.
Fuck. I fucked up.
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If Zeke dies, I’ll kill her.
I don’t care that I’ve done everything I can to keep Kai alive. I don’t care if she’s too naive to realize the danger she put us all in. I don’t care if she genuinely thought she was doing the right thing.
She’s no longer innocent.
She fucked up.
She betrayed me. She betrayed Zeke. She betrayed all of my men.
I run to Langston. “What happened?”
“We were ambushed. It was all a setup, a trap. They used the attack on The Savage as bait. They wanted you, Enzo.”
“How many did we lose?”
Langston’s eyes drop. “We were the only ones to get out. And it wasn’t because I was skilled. They let us go. They wanted us to go—to warn you.”
Fuck. My enemies already think I’m weak. I need to squash them immediately—set an example.
“There are rumors you no longer are king. That you’ve abandoned your thrown—for pussy.” Langston looks to Kai.
I don’t have time to deal with it now. Now I need to ensure Zeke lives.
“Put him on the couch,” I yell to Langston.
He does. There is so much blood. I’ve seen bad before, but I’m not sure I’ve seen a man continue to breathe with this much blood loss.
I stare at Kai who blinks rapidly as she takes in the scene. I toss her my cell phone from my pocket. “Call the emergency doctor listed in my contacts. Now!”
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She starts fumbling with the phone.
I don’t have time to ensure she does it. I need to take care of Zeke.
“Hang on, buddy. You’re going to be fine. I got you,” I say, but Zeke doesn’t stir. He doesn’t even open his eyes or moan.
I rip his shirt open, trying to identify his wounds to stop the bleeding.