He walks backward for a few minutes, neither of us willing to look away. Havoc steps up beside him. My dad holds out his hand to him, and Havoc shakes it.
Walking over to me, Havoc pulls me to his side and holds me to him as my dad gets in the driver’s seat. My dad waits for Citi, who waves at Ambros before climbing into the passenger side. She turns to me once she is strapped in and presses her hand to the glass. I hold mine up to her and bite my lip to keep my tears at bay.
I could go home with her for a while and we could spend some time together, helping each other heal, but that’s not what she needs right now. I need to let her breathe, or I’ll choke the rest of her will to live out of her.
“She’ll be okay.”
“I know. I just wish there was more I could do.”
“I don’t like feeling helpless any more than you do, but Citi needs to take these next few steps on her own.”
I turn into him, slipping my arms around his waist, and breathe him in. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For coming for me, for loving me, for not giving up on me. I could go on.”
“I have time.”
I pinch him, making him chuckle.
His fingers slide under my chin and tip my head back. “I will always come for you. If I couldn’t ride, I’d walk. If I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl. Nothing would stop me from reaching you.”
He kisses me gently before pulling back when Amity nudges my side. “You okay?”
I nod and sigh. “I’m hanging in there.”
She reaches over and squeezes my shoulder. “Good.”
G walks out of the warehouse, and when he sees Amity with us he heads over. “You ready?”
Amity groans. “As I’ll ever be.” She looks at me when I frown. “It’s our turn to amuse Probe.”
I grin, knowing the man has been going stir-crazy since he woke up, and he’s driving everyone nuts in the process. I’m just glad he’s okay.
I wait until they’re gone before turning back to Havoc. Time to rip off the Band-Aid.
“I need to talk to you about Lola.”
“Not right now.”
“You said that the last time I mentioned her, but this is important, Havoc.”
He stares at me for a moment, his jaw tight, before he nods and takes my hand. “Let’s take a walk.”
I don’t say anything until we’ve put a little distance between us and the clubhouse.
When we come across the remains of a fallen tree, Havoc puts his hands around my waist and lifts me up onto the trunk.
He leans into me. “Okay talk.”
I grip the front of his cut and consider my words, but the truth is, there is no way to say this.
“Driller said something to me.”
“He’s in a coma now, Cupcake. The second that changes, he’s a dead man. He won’t hurt you again.” And I know he’ll lose no sleep over it, even though Driller’s his brother.
“I’m not worried about me.” I blow out a frustrated breath. “God, this is hard.”