Page 126 of The Merciless King

That I do love her.

A type of madness consumes me, and I spin around and around while Mack stares at me, concerned. I march over to the gray Bugatti parked in the lot, my eyes darting everywhere.

“Gianna!” I yell.

“Brax!” Mack calls out to me, but I ignore him. “Fucking hell.”

“Gia! Gianna!” I scream.

I rip open the door to Frank's Lincoln and lean in. “Gia. Gia!”

She has to be here.

There is no way Dante took her. She’s not that fast.

Unless they’re hiding.

“Gianna. Come out. I can help you. Come out!” I yell, in case she is hiding somewhere in the compound.

I know everyone is watching me. The feds. The women being loaded onto the buses. The Dark Kings.

I don’t care.

Slamming the door of the Lincoln when I don’t find her, I move to the Bugatti and find one door slightly ajar.

Shit.

I run around the other side and pull it open.

My heart slams into my chest.

“Gianna!” I crumple to the floor as I find her unconscious with blood on her forehead.

Oh god.

Please don’t be dead.

“Gia, fuck. Nurse! I need a paramedic over here!” I scream and Mack skids to a stop behind me. I take her pulse and audibly let out a moan when I feel it softly—really fucking softly—beating.

“Let me in,” the paramedic says, nudging me out of the way and as she waves her hand out, yelling for a stretcher.

Gianna opens her eyes.

“Brax,” she whimpers.

“Gianna.” I keep my eyes locked with hers as they get her onto the stretcher, then I take her hand.

She shakes her head sadly as tears leak from her eyes, then closes them.

Locking me out.

She knows I betrayed her.

There was no love, only pain in those pretty green eyes which once looked at me like I was the moon, the stars, and her sun.

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