Page 5 of War

She whips her head to Tim and Dodger when the words won’t come.“Look at her!”she cries out.“Who did this?”

“Whoever it was, we’ll string them up by their balls,” Dodger states.

I look at him.“Something terrible happened.”I choke.All three sets of eyes fall on me as more people enter the room.Diamond, followed by two of the triplets and Daddy.

“Who hurt you, Princess?They’re fucking dead,” Daddy booms.

“Everyone out.Let’s give her some space and get her cleaned up.Where’s Callan?”Diamond asks.My heart is fit to burst through my chest.They care.

“I messaged him,” Tim replies.

She ushers everyone out of the room but her and Kitty.

“I’m going to take this shirt from you, okay?”Kitty asks, her voice strained.I loosen my hold on it, hissing when the material sticks to a wound.

“Shit.”Kitty whitens.“We’re going to need medical.”

“I’ll call Doc.”Diamond turns to leave.

“No!Just clean it for me, Kit.Please.”

“You look like you’ve been dragged down the road without clothes on.”

I have.

“It’s fine.I just need to get clean.”Diamond nods to Kitty and then leaves the room.

“Tell me who did this to you.I promise I’ll believe you and kill them myself if you say it was one of us.”

Tears erupt, spilling faster than I can grasp.My chest heaves, and I pin her body to mine as I come undone.

“I killed him,” I whisper.She pulls away, stroking her palm down my sore cheek.

“Who?”She tosses my ruined shirt to the bed, and my panties fall out of it.

My stomach dips as she snatches them up, staring at them like they hold all the answers she doesn’t want to believe.“Who did this to you?”I track the tear that bleeds down her cheek.

“He didn’t,” I gag on the words.“I didn’t let him get that far.”I finish, choking past the rock in my throat.

The door bursts open, making us both startle.Callan’s terrifying frame fills the space.

“Rogue?”

His tone is pained.I stand and rush to him, gripping the lapels of his cut.Fear grips me in a chokehold, the words refusing to come.What if he throws me away?What if he doesn’t care?“I killed him,” I weep.

“I know.”He nods, grasping my face in his hands, brow furrowed, eyes searching.

“What?”my palms cover his.

“The cop?He’s been found.”

No…

CHAPTER2

GOOD COP/BAD COP

I can’t catch my breath.My lungs seize.It’s over.How the hell did they already find him?

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