Page 111 of Left in the Dark

Fuck!She didn’t read my text. Dread rolls through me as she opens the door.

The light changes from red to green, and I slam my foot on the gas, seeing red as I speed through Green Haven.

My thoughts are murderous as Daniels’s face rolls through my mind.This motherfucker wants to play? Well, I’m the definition of fuck around and find out.

I hit the button on my phone, my gaze bouncing between the cameras and the road. The second I hear Jaxson’s voice, I blurt out what’s happening at Delaney’s cabin. He voices my exact thoughts about our cameras before he barks, “I’m on it. Be careful, Zayne.” Then he hangs up.

Daniel better not touch Delaney, or I’ll fucking kill?—

My gaze moves to the cameras, and the world turns red. I watch in horror as my minx attacks him, sending the knife flying. Stryker is still on the floor. I call out his name, but he doesn’t respond.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I need to get there.

I call Ryker, knowing I’m going to need a doctor.

“What’s up, Zayne?” Ryker’s voice sounds deep and raspy, like I woke him.

“There’s trouble at Delaney’s cabin. Stryker is unconscious on the floor. I’m on my way there.” I swallow hard, overwhelmed by emotion. “She’s fighting her brother.” I cringe as she attempts to go for the knife, but he grabs her.

“Fuck. Okay, I’m calling doc right now. Then I’ll head?—”

“There’s no time. You’re an hour and forty-five minutes away. Just get the doctor to my house. I’ll see you there.” I hang up, murderous rage burning in my veins as I roar down the twisty road leading to the cabin, hoping for a damn miracle.

When I reach her cabin, I slam my truck into park and jump out, not bothering with the mask.

My boots thud up the steps and shake the porch. Ripping the door open, I’m inside, my eyes wide with fury as Daniel grabs Delaney’s hair and tosses her against the fireplace. She hits the stone and rolls onto the floor.

A guttural, animalistic growl comes from me as I launch myself at Daniel, knocking him flat on his back. I’m on him, blinded by my rage, the skin on my knuckles breaking as theblood rolls, connecting with his flesh and bones. Hit after hit. I don’t fucking stop, ready to kill this motherfucker.

“Zayne?”

My head lifts when I hear her weak voice. Releasing Daniel’s head, I barely hear the thud as it hits the floor.

She stares at me in disbelief, blood trickling down her face.

“You’re here?” She clears her throat, her hand moving to her forehead. “You’re my masked man?”

“Yes. I’ve been wearing the Michael Myers mask.”

Confusion causes her brows to knit as she leans back against the fireplace. “I don’t… I d-don’t know h-how I feel about t-that.” Tears trickle down her face as her fingers press against the wound. She winces.

“Don’t touch it.” I jump to my feet, moving to her. “I’ll take care of you.”

Her eyes close, and she grows paler as she pulls her hand away, spotting the blood. “I-I don’t feel?—”

She slumps over before she can say another word.

“Delaney.” I crouch down beside her, feeling her pulse. It’s weak, but there.

Lifting her in my arms, I grab the blanket from the couch and carry her to my truck. I tuck her inside, covering her up, before I grab the rope and tape and race back inside.

I check Stryker, who moans as I pull off his mask. He winces, touching his stomach. I pull up his shirt, examining the wound. It’s shallow, thank God, but it obviously hurts like a bitch.

Running into the kitchen, I grab a towel from the drawer, then hurry back. “Hold this right here.” I press the towel against the wound. “I’ll get you to the truck in a minute.”

Hurrying to Daniel, I bind his hands and ankles, then tape his mouth shut. I toss him over my shoulder and carry him to the back of my truck, throwing him inside just like I did Aidan.

When I’m finished, I sprint inside the cabin, sweat rolling down my back. Stryker is sitting up, looking slightly more alert as he presses the towel against his stomach.

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