Page 132 of Forgiving Fate

He holds up his pinky and even though the idea of him asking me to leave if the situation becomes too dangerous makes me sick, I loop mine through his. “I promise.”

Landon’s shoulders relax, and he pulls me into a hug. “Come back to me,” I whisper into his ear.

He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. “Always Bluebird.”

Noah’s voice echoes behind us and I know it’s time to go and Landon presses a soft kiss to my lips. “See you soon.” Another quick kiss and then he and his brothers walk up the driveway.

Logan and I both climb into the front seat and sit in silence for a moment, both of our guys going into an unknown and unsafe situation.

My eyes are locked on the place where the boys just disappeared when Logan says, “Tell me everything.”

“Tell you what?”

Logan leans against the driver’s side door, adjusts her messy bun atop her head, and pulls what I assume is Grayson’s hoodie back into place, her eyes narrowing at me. “You and my future brother-in-law. Tell me everything because I knew you two were more than friends, but I’m dying to know how you turned Mr. Robot into a man that just melted at your feet.”

“He did not melt at my feet.”

“Oh, he did. The Landon I once knew would never hesitate to bring someone on a mission if it meant the best outcome for the captive. So spill.”

Sighing. I tell Logan everything from him being just a stranger to me seeing him as a way to escape to knowing this man was my other half and once I’m done, her mouth drops open in shock.

“Holy shit, Al. That is a lot and honestly kind of unexpected.”

“Oh, I know. Every day I ask myself how I got from looking at him as a stranger to him being everything I never knew I wanted, but needed.”

“I’m really happy for you Al. If anyone deserves love, it’s you and Landon.”

I nod and look out to the dark driveway. “Thanks, Lo, but I can say the same about you and Gray.”

Logan shakes her head. “I’m serious. I always wondered who would come along and be the person to put Landon in his place. Did I expect it to be you? Honestly no, but I’m happy it is. You both have gone through hell and back and at the end of the day, you still found your way back to each other and that’s beautiful.”

Looking back at the window, “It is. It really is.”

I am just about to ask Logan about getting in with Gray for a tattoo when static comes over the comms system inside Gray’s truck. “Incoming ladies. We need help with Clara. But do not get out of the truck. The dickhead ran off and we can’t find him.” Landon’s voice sounds calm, but I can hear the slight panic and Logan and I look at each other, both nervous.

Seconds later, a girl comes running down the driveway, Grayson walking fast behind her, his mouth moving.

Clara runs around the cars, her clothes ripped and an obvious healing scar on her face. She tries to get into Noah’s jeep, but it’s locked and then she sees us, a terrified expression on her face.

Logan opens the truck door and jumps out. “Logan, no!” Grayson and I both yell, but she doesn’t care and tries to catch Clara’s attention.

“Dammit, Logan,” I mutter and jump out of the truck.

I’m about to round the truck when Landon and Noah come running down the driveway. “Get out of here. He just came running down this way,” Noah yells.

“Clara. Please. We are trying to help you.” Logan calls out to Clara as she runs to hide behind the Jeep, everyone crowding around all corners of the car.

In the blink of an eye, a man comes sprinting toward Landon with a knife. My heart drops and before I can think, I sprint over, grabbing the knife I had the feeling to put in my waistband. The man’s arm raises and just as he is about to stab Landon in theback, I drive my knife straight into his spine and he screams out in pain.

Everyone spins around and Noah dives to tackle the man, who is already dropping to his knees in pain.

Landon jumps over the man and wraps his arms around me, bringing me back to the truck, but stopping right beside it, his hands roaming over my body, checking for injuries. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice panicked.

My hands go to his face, my thumb brushing back and forth over his cheek, “I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“Yes.” He pulls me tightly into his arms, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

“Hell yeah Allie! That was badass!” Noah yells from across the road, causing Landon and I to look over. The man groans on the ground, the knife sticking straight out the middle of his back. Noah kicks him and looks down at him with disgust, “Shut up, you stupid fuck! She could have gone for your neck, but nooo. Don’t worry though, you will soon know what it feels like. Now hush, I’m trying to talk to my new favorite badass.”

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