“Yeah, no shit!” She yells, motioning to the other Omegas. “Go! GO!”
Any guards that are left are slumped over, moaning.
Dylan insisted everyone be fed tonight, even if they couldn’t join for the meal.
And I heard heinsistedon stuffed mushrooms to be served to security.
My best friend is a fucking genius.
Pop. Pop.
A few shots ring out, followed by shrieks, but I turn to see it’s theOmegaswith the weapons, kicking at the guard’s bodies as they run out.
Mayhem, indeed.
“Go!” Hannah cries, following me through the smoke and outside. “Don’t stop fighting!”
POP. POP.
We rush past new anchors, fallen guards, and protestors, who help guide the Omegas out of the chaos.
I don’t have time to look back.
But I know it’s not enough.
It will never be enough, but it’s what we can do for now.
I just hope every Omega made it out alive, and that other fuckers die a painful death.
A black SUV is waiting for us down the long driveway past the iron gate, and we push through the crowds. She trips once, but I keep her upright as we barrel through the people.
Dylan opens the backseat, Hannah and I climb inside, and the tires screech as Brock drives off, away fromEdenforever.
I lock eyes with Olive, and I reach from the backseat to pull her into a fierce kiss, and she responds in kind.
She’s never leaving our fucking side again.