Page 71 of Savage Guardian

“Get gone, then. The more time we waste, the further away he can be getting, and the more time he has to hurt Fae,” Hawk shouted before turning to punch the wall. Lined with soundproofing, the wall didn’t damage his fist, which only made him angrier. Fuck! He needed the pain, deserved it. After what he’d done to Fae, then how wrong he’d been about her, and then letting Teddy take her…. How would she ever forgive him? When he got her back, how would he even look her in the eye?

If, you mean. She might already be dead—

No! He refused to consider that she was dead, that she was gone. Then he would never have the chance to love her like she deserved to be loved. Because hedidlove her—so fucking much it hurt to breathe without her there. He’d loved her since that first song, since her voice wrapped itself around his heart. And he’d fallen even harder when he’d finally met her—Fae—face to face. He’d just been such an asshole that he’d blinded himself to her. To the beauty that was Fae. Allowing Carrie’s plastic-pretty face and barbed words to blind him further.

There wasn’t a damn thing he could ever do to make up for what he’d done, but he would damn sure spend the rest of his life trying.

If she lets you, asshole.

AFK grabbed his laptop, tipped his chin to Trouble, cast one last pitying glance at Hawk, then left. Grimm and Trouble didn’t bother hiding the fact that they were staring at Hawk, questions in their gazes.

Hawk moved back to the chair and slumped into it. His body was thrumming with the need to move, but the weight of his emotions and the burden of his thoughts and worries sapped the energy from him. Not to mention his head hurt like a fucking bitch.

Until AFK gave him actionable information, he had nowhere else to go. There was nothing he could do but wait and suffer through his imaginings of what Banshee was going to Fae.

Where was she? Was she unhurt? She was scared, alone, and believing that he didn’t care about her.

His heart twisted in his chest, sending shards of pain into his guts. He couldn’t breathe without her. He couldn’t think for the frenetic, malicious thoughts running riot through his brain. When he found them, he was going to rip Teddy limb from fucking limb, then he was going to take Fae into his arms, kiss the hell out of her, and tell her he loved her. Not another minute would pass without her knowing how much she meant to him.

She meanteverythingto him.

He’d cruelly told her she was nothing. Well, joke’s on him, because he was nothing without her. He foolishly believed that what he had with Shannon was forever, that what he felt for her was lasting, pure, deep, and unbreakable. But what he felt for Fae, the future they could have together, it was unfathomably beautiful.

He just had to get her back. He needed a chance to beg her forgiveness, to make things right. Then they could start new. He would claim her in front of his club, put a property kutte on her back, and never let her go.

“Fuck! I should have made AFK leave his laptop. I want to go through the recordings to see what else we can find out about Teddy. If he really is Banshee, then this was where he spent the most time watching Fae. He might have done or said something that would give us an idea of where he’d take her.”

Grimm smirked. “One ahead of you, brother. Texted him two minutes ago, and he just sent the link. Here.” Grimm handed his phone to Hawk.

“Appreciate it,” Hawk grumbled, silently acknowledging that he owed Grimm for more than just the phone and the link. Grimm and Hawk might have a rivalry of sorts, but Grimm was still his brother. He was loyal, would take a bullet for Hawk…and for Fae.

Cueing up the video starting from that morning, he watched as Fae sat at the piano, writing in her notebook, then playing the piano. Back and forth. As he watched, fascinated, the song that Hawk had heard when he arrived began taking shape.

And it wrenched his heart from his chest all over again.

“That song about you, brother?” Grimm asked, a speculative gleam in his eye. Sometimes Hawk forgot what a nosy asshole Grimm could be. And that he spoke Gaelic, too, so he’d know what the title meant.

Swallowing an asshole remark, he owned up to it. “Yeah. It is.”

“You hurt that girl?”

Hawk hung his head, shame cloaking him like slime. “Yeah, I did.”

“You gonna make it right?”

“Fuck yes, I am,” he snapped. “Iwillmake it right, but first I have to get my woman back!”

The bruise where Teddy had pressed the barrel of the gun to her back ached. Her bare feet were cut up from the glass and rocks in the alley behind Junkbox and the cracked and jacked parking lot of wherever the hell they were now. But what the hell did that matter when he was probably going to kill her?

Twisting her wrists in the plastic zip-ties secured behind her back, she held her breath at the sound of the old plastic chair beneath her, groaning at her movements.

Dammit!

Teddy had slammed her onto the chair, zip-tied her hands, pulled the bag off her head, then left, locking the door behind him.

And where the hellwasshe, anyway?

Right. Stay focused on anything but the fact that you’ve been kidnapped, Hawk was left bleeding on the floor, and your kidnapper is obviously capable of beheading people because he already has.

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