Epilogue
Saint entered his home, the one that his father had put in his name when he took care of his first kill. He rarely came back to this house as it was always cold, and he didn’t exactly know why he was there now.
Locking the door, he threw the key in the jar, and paused when he caught sight of a bloodstain on the wall.
Closing his eyes, he rubbed at his temples, wondering if he was finally losing his mind. Opening his eyes again, the bloodstain was still there. Reaching behind him, he grabbed his gun, and slowly started to make his way into his home. He followed the stains and the scuff marks into the kitchen. The basement door was also open, and he sighed.
“Whoever you are, come out now. I’ve got my gun, and I suggest you come out with your hands first, now.” Saint turned the light on, stepped back, and waited.
Hands appeared out of the darkness first, and he saw they were bruised, covered in dirt and blood.
Tensing up, he watched the arms, and suddenly breasts, and then, he saw her.
“Natasha?”
Her red hair was streaked with mud and filth, her face covered in bruises and blood, and she was bleeding.
“Help me,” she said.
He caught her before she fell back downstairs.
Dropping his gun, he was sent a little prayer that it didn’t go off. Capturing Natasha in his arms, he carried her up toward his bed. He didn’t care about the mess. Grabbing his cell phone, he put a call through to the doc.
Putting his cell on the bed, he moved the pillows so she looked comfortable. Her lip was split, one side of her face was completely bruised, and when he looked down at her body, he was sickened by what he saw. There were cuts and bruises. It was like she had been used as a punching bag. Blood was everywhere.
Her chest was moving up and down, and he grabbed a chair, taking a seat to watch over her.
Grabbing her hand, he watched her, scared that if for a second he looked away, she would disappear.
“The club is changing you, and you don’t even see it.”
“Saint, this man you’re becoming, he’s dangerous. I don’t trust you anymore. You don’t even see what you’re doing is wrong. I’ve got to go before you hurt me as well.”
The words she said came back to him.
“Saint?” she said.
He looked up to see she was awake.
“It really is you.”
“Natasha, what the hell happened? How did you get into the house? How did you even know about the house?” He tightened his hold on her hand. From the moment she had been gone, he’d been dying inside. She had been in his life for less than half an hour, and already, it was like he was waking up from a deep sleep.
“You always left the key inside the last plant pot in the dirt. This was the last place I saw you, remember? I begged you to leave with me.”
“I stayed.”
“You stayed.”
“Natasha, who did this to you?”
Her eyes started to go heavy, and Saint saw she was in a great deal more pain.
She was dying, and he couldn’t let that happen. If she died, there was no way he was ever going to come back from it.
Picking her up, he ran down to the garage toward the old pickup truck his dad had owned.
“You’re not going to die. You’re not going to die.”
The End