Page 67 of They Will Burn

He breathes out a sigh of relief, and I hear shuffling on the other end of the line as he moves through the compound. “Hold on, I’m just heading into the gym. Kovu and Kaos have been beating the shit out of the punching bags since I told them what happened.”

Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me. The fact Kovu hasn’t already stormed through the front door is a fucking miracle. His obsession with Camilla knows no bounds, and I’m beginning to wonder if he doesn’t know everything that happened this morning.

The sound of fists on the bag fills the line a moment before Bishop says, “Crew’s on the phone.” And it stops immediately.

“Has Wyatt got anything?” I ask.

“Some photos for Cami to go through to identify anyone she recognizes, but apart from that, not a whole lot.”

I groan and massage my temple. Life was simpler when I only had the three of them to worry about.

“I spoke to Knox Davenport a little while ago. As far as he knows, it wasn’t Charles who ordered the hit.”

“So it has to be Scott and Michael?” I ask.

“Looks that way. But they weren’t in any of the traffic cam footage. If it’s them, they stayed out of it to avoid the blame if they failed.”

“Fuck.” I sigh. Fatigue is beginning to weigh heavily on me. It’s been more than twenty-four hours since I’ve slept, and now that the adrenaline has worn off, I’m ready for bed. But that’s not going to happen anytime soon, not until I’m sure Camilla is safe.

Footsteps down the hall pull my attention to a sleepy Camilla wandering toward me, and just the sight of her is enough to settle some of the rage pumping through my body. Even when I’m sure my life would be simpler without a woman, I’m fucking grateful she walked into our lives when she did.

She stifles a yawn. “Crew?—”

But she never gets the chance to say whatever she was about to say before an explosion rocks the apartment. I’m thrown backward onto the bed as I watch in horror as Camilla is flung into the wall, her head cracking against the drywall in a sickening blow.

“Camilla, fuck!” I throw myself off the bed, only stopping for a second to grab one of the guns wedged beneath the mattress, before dropping to my knees beside her.

Blood pools around her head, and my stomach churns at the sight, but I can’t stop. If I stop, they might take her from me, and I refuse to hold the woman I love as she slips away for the second time in my life. Because I wouldn’t survive losing Camilla.

None of us would.

My eyes dart around the room for my phone, and I find it a few feet away on the floor. I reach for it and bring it to my ear.

“We need backup, right fucking now. Camilla’s hurt.”

I throw the phone before I hear their response. I don’t have time to soothe their worries right now, not when I’m positive we’re outnumbered and she’s unconscious.

I carefully drag her further into the room so she’s protected from sight, but the trail of blood that follows us has a rare panic flaring to life in my chest.

Once we’re inside the walk-in closet, I check her pulse, more so for my own peace of mind than anything else, before using the doorframe of the closet as a cover.

I wait for the first asshole to enter the room, and then pop off my first shot.

They’re going to learn what happens when you fuck with what belongs to the men of the Legion.

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

KAOS

As soon as we heard the explosion, we jumped into action.

The three of us were piling into my SUV before Crew could tell us they needed backup, but the knowledge that Camilla was hurt had me driving like a bat out of hell.

The number of traffic laws I’ve broken on this drive would make even the dirtiest of cops weep, but I don’t give a fuck. I need to get to her. I need to make sure she’s okay.

And then I need to kill every single fucker who thought it was okay to target my woman.

I swallow down the panic that claws at my throat. I don’t have time to think about the fact I might lose someone I’ve come to care about so much. I can’t think about what it would do to us if we lost Camilla because we couldn’t keep her safe.

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