Page 32 of Tyrant

“Fuck, Blair!” I shout and move to her. My hands reach for her, but I stutter as blood drips from my fingertips and arms. I’m fucking covered. The knees of my jeans are damn near black from being in the pool of blood for so long.

Havoc yanks his shirt off his back, offering it to me. Grabbing it, I nod in gratitude and quickly wipe my hands and arms. They aren’t clean but at least they aren’t dripping. It’s hard to breathe as I stare at my woman. My chest is unusually tight and not in the same way as when I see her smile at me. No, this is all pain.A black hole the size of the universe begins eating away at me as it hits me—she’s still not moving.

“S-sugar?” I whisper. My stomach flips so hard, I may wretch. My fingers clench, hands turning to fists again as I contemplate beating the dead man behind me some more for making Blair this way. I should’ve checked on her the moment I kicked his ass away from her. “Blair?” I croak. My voice is fucked as emotion coats every syllable. She’s my wife. My woman. I’ve barely gotten her in my life, and now, being forced to stare at her tiny frame has me ready to spiral. “Havoc, I-I don’t know what to do, man. What the fuck do I do now?”

In the next beat, Zero is sliding to the ground. His hand flies to her neck, checking her pulse. He leans in at the same time, pressing his ear to her chest. It takes everything in me not to rip him away from her and beat him to death next.

“She’s mine,” I say on a powerful growl.

His gaze widens, taking me in. As he does so, he leans back, raising his hands up in surrender. “It’s okay, big guy, I’m just making sure she’s alright.”

“Want to die next?” I ask.

“She’s got a pulse. She’s breathing,” he says instead of responding to my threat. With his words, an intense feeling of hope washes over me.

Havoc immediately pokes his head out my door, barking orders. He yells at the prospects to get shit to clean up my room and remove the body. He tells a few of the others to head towards the creek to start digging. These bodies need to disappear immediately. If the cops catch wind of the fire or the shots being fired, we could be fucked. Knowing my brothers, the yard outside will be littered with bodies. Hell, I killed two out there myself.

“Get up, brother. Change your clothes and get her in bed so she can recoup in comfort.”

I meet Prez’s stare and nod, moving to do as he’s ordered. I’m glad one of us can think straight right now because it sure as fuck isn’t me. I stuff my jeans and socks in the trash in my bathroom, then take a wet washcloth to begin wiping my cut down. Most of my patches are now speckled with blood splatter, but I don’t mind. I’ll wear the trophies with even more pride, knowing I killed that motherfucker for Blair. I stroll through my room naked except for my cut and head for my closet. The closest black hoodie to me gets grabbed, same with my jeans. I tug them all on, putting my cut back on and grab another pair of socks from my basket of clean clothes I haven’t put away yet. Snatching my boots, Glock, and a few knives, I take them with me as I leave the closet.

Havoc’s still standing there, watching everything transpire as the prospects lay a tarp out to roll the body in. “Going somewhere?” he asks, brows furrowed.

“Promised her I’d get her kid back, figure now’s the time since half of that fucking cult is dead.”

His expression relaxes and he nods. “Agreed. We’ll leave the prospects to clean up with the club sluts and the brothers will ride out to get the kid.”

This is why he’s my best friend. Why they all are.

“Appreciate it, Prez,” I say and move to Blair’s side. She’s breathing. It’s all that matters right now. She can heal from her wounds, and the emotional trauma she’s sure to have with this shit going down at the club. It’ll take time, but I’ll be right here, beside her, if she’ll allow it.

“Looks like you have a lot on your mind,” Havoc mentions, and I agree.

“Thinking I need to be close to the MC, but the clubhouse is not someplace to raise a little girl.”

“Agreed. Maybe it’s time to build those cabins we’ve talked about for years. Our club is growing, we need to be ready for it.”

“Yes, the cabins. I’ll build our next place we call home.”

“You that sure she’s keeping your ornery ass.”

“I’m keeping him,” interrupts our discussion. Our attention flies to the bed where Blair shifts, moving to sit up.

“Sugar! Fuck! You worried me something fierce.” I move to the side of the bed, sitting and pulling her into my arms. She comes willingly, eager to wrap her arms around me as well. “I thought I lost you, babydoll.”

“I askedHIMto protect you.”

I pull back, brows furrowed. She asked her ex to protect me? “Blair, I have to tell you something. I-uh, I killed him. Josef is gone. He’ll never hurt you again, I made sure of it.” My gaze flies to her, expecting to see disgust and fear in hers.

She shocks me when her lips tilt up into a sad smile. She nods. “It had to be done, Tyrant. There was no other way, he never would’ve stopped searching for me. Now my daughter can’t be poisoned by him either.”

Leaning in, I press a tender kiss to her forehead before lightly resting mine against hers. “I thought I lost you,” I get choked up all over again. “Never been so fucked up in my life, baby. Can’t imagine breathing in a life if you’re not in.”

Her hand moves to cup my cheek. “I’m not going anywhere. We’re married, remember?” She winks and, in that moment, I know her and me? We’re going to be just fine.

“You guys ready?” Havoc checks with Rogue and Creed as they fill the doorway. They peer at Blair, worry filling their gazes until my woman offers them a smile and a small wave.

“Hey guys. This is the only time you’ll see me in bed, so don’t count on it again,” she teases and their expressions break. They chuckle in surprise, their shoulders instantly relaxing a beat.

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