Fuck, she was a disaster.
I climbed onto the bed and gently put her on her back. She let out a soft whimper, her arms at her side, limp, and littered with hundreds of bruises. Slowly, I pushed her legs apart, taking in her battered core.
Fuck, what did he do to her?My guts ached as I took in how she looked.
The ugly thought of her being better off dead leaked into my mind.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Hail demanded, as he stepped closer and got a shot of her face before he moved back a bit to take in me between her legs with the mask on. I glanced over and saw Drake fidgeting, his gaze darting around the room like he was checking for an easy escape. He was never this jumpy. He was one of the most feared enforcers in our world if you ignored the fact Levin Seeley existed or any of our shit bag fathers.
I had to focus.
“Let me enjoy this,” I snapped back at Hail.
Hail let out a soft chuckle as Drake cursed. Trent remained silent, his eyes on us.
I leveled myself over her body, trying to keep my weight off her. I put my lips to her ear.
“Princess, baby, it’s me. It’s Fallon,” I whispered softly so no one else could hear me.
She remained motionless beneath me. I wasn’t even sure if she were conscious now.
“I don’t want to do this. I swear to you I don’t. I’m here to save you, baby. I’m going to need your help though, OK? There’s a gun in the front of my waistband. I have a knife in my boot. Take the gun out of the front of my pants. It’s loaded. Shoot whoever the fuck you can. I’ll take care of the rest. Please. I need you to come back to me.”
She still didn’t move. Her mouth opened and closed the smallest amount as I shifted away to stare down at her.
“F-fal…” her voice was broken, barely a whisper.
“Count of three, OK? It’s a long run. I need you to be ready. Can you do that? Lick your lips if yes.”
I stared down at her as Hail grumbled in the background.
Her tongue darted out, and she licked along the seam of her lips.
Thank fuck.
“One…Two…” I swallowed hard. This was fucking it. Everything would be out in the open now. Fuck it. She was worth it. “Three.”
She fumbled with my waistband before drawing the gun. She didn’t really aim it. She just moved it past me and pulled the trigger.
The chaos was instantaneous.
“Run!” I shouted at her as I catapulted off the bed and let my knife soar through the air. It hit Hail in the shoulder, sending him howling to the ground. The camera had already fallen to the ground the moment Bianca pulled the trigger. Or maybe it was because Drake had decked Hail in the face out of nowhere before she’d even grabbed the gun.
Bianca fired again as she fell and crawled across the floor.
Tate rushed at me. I clocked him in the face, knocking the gun from his hand, grateful he was too fucking stupid to use it. He fell backward and hit his head as Trent came at me. I lost sight of Bianca as I kicked Trent in the chest, sending him sailing backward into a wall where his head smacked hard and he slid down it, knocked the fuck out.
I wasted no time in kicking Hail in the face and knocking him the fuck out as he tried to get to his feet.
I looked around wildly, noting Tate staggering to his feet. I reared back and punched as hard as I could in his face, sending him to the ground. Despite my deep desire to end his life, I had to focus. Bianca was gone. I rushed out of the room to see Drake hefting her up the stairs.
I caught up with them quickly and grabbed her from him as he stepped through the door with her.
“Don’t! Don’t fucking punch me, man! I’m helping your ass,” Drake shouted as I readied to knock his ass out too.
I pulled my punch and slammed the door behind me, locking it.
I didn’t have time to question him. Instead, I scooped Bianca into my arms and took my gun from her trembling hand and stuffed it back into my waistband. She weighed nothing as I lifted her off her feet and ran with her up the basement steps and out to my car, Drake on my heels.