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Turning away from her I lift Hank to his feet and drag him towards the door knowing I’ll have to pass her. Havoc and Silas who have been silent through this mess shift behind me staying back in case they’re needed. They’re not.

“Let her go.” I call to Oakley.

Giving me a nod she releases Kenna, who steps in front of me, blocking the doorway. I’m not sure what I thought I’d find when I got here but her crying over the man who’s tortured her for months cracks something inside me. Oakley tried to warn me that he may have dug his claws in too deep. Kenna places her hands on each side of Hank's face, lifting his slumped head up so his eyes meet hers.

“Ryker.” She whispers.

My name falls from her lips and fuck I almost hit my knees right from the sound.

“Killer.”

She keeps her eyes on Hank, “I won’t let them break us, Ryker. I promise.” She says, her words broken on a sob.

Ice spreads through my veins when I finally realize that she’s talking to him calling him my name. Anguish floods through my chest tearing apart the organ beating for the woman in front of me. My fist tighten on Hank hauling him into me with one hand while reaching behind me with the other. Silas doesn’t move.

“Silas.” I snap.

Metal meets my fingers. Pressing the gun to his head I let my gaze meet hers once again but this time I’m begging her to see me. A hand lands on my arm, Oakley. Kenna looks from the hand back to me and I can see it then he’s gotten so deep in her head that she thinks she can’t trust any of us.

“You’ll come back to me even if I have cut away everything that we were.” I rasp.

Kneeing Hank in the back of the legs I drop him and step towards Kenna ignoring the way she tries to escape. Pulling her into me I press our faces close enough that our noses touch.

“Come back to me, Killer.” I breathe inches away from her lips.

She stares blankly back at me unmoving. Releasing her I step away from her to move back behind Hank who is still kneeling on the floor. Lifting the gun my anger takes over and I’m done listening to this sick bastard. Pulling back the hammer my finger curls around the trigger. Hank doesn’t make a sound, his eyes on the side of her face, he doesn’t even beg. Ready to pull the trigger I smile at the mother fucker.

“No!” A wail comes from beside me. A blur of blonde hair rushes past me covering his body with hers.

A booming laugh, “Good girl.” He coo’s.

Oakley jumps into action shoving Kenna off him forcing her to the side but she trips and everything slows down. Falling to the side Kenna slams her head into the bedpost at the foot of the bed. Silence. The room is blanketed with an eerie quiet right before chaos breaks out. Oakley drops to her knees beside Kenna lifting her still body onto her lap but when she pulls her hand away from her covered in blood my body freezes. Havoc and Silas drag Hank from the room rushing to the front of the building to get the car.

“Hurry!” Oakley screams.

Her carefree attitude long fucking gone now covered in my girls blood the crimson liquid soaks her jeans. Falling to the floor beside Oakley I try to pull her into my arms but Oakley tightens her hold.

“Let her fucking go!” I seethe.

Shaking her head she keeps her hand behind her head, “I’m holding pressure.” Her words are strained.

Grey eyes blink up at me, dark eyelashes fanning across ashen skin.

“Killer, baby, stay with me.” I whisper.

Leaning down my lips press against the soft skin behind her ear, “Don’t you fucking dare leave me, Killer.”

Tears roll down her cheeks wetting her face. My thumb swipes at the drops, smearing them into her skin.

“This blood filled beating organ in my chest has your name stitched into the walls so keep yours beating for me, baby, so I can return the favor.”

Chapter Twenty-One

KENNA

“Come back to me, Killer.” The voice says, sounding shattered. Begging me.

Behind the fog brown eyes peer into mine searching for something I can’t give him. Faces around the room start to blend together painting a dark masterpiece. Blue hair moves in my peripheral pulling my attention away from the brown eyed God standing above me. Familiar heat skates over my skin with his touch, but the following burn forces me to jerk in his hold. Voices surround me shoving me back into the dazed fog I’m stuck in.

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