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God, if you’re there, if you’re listening. please wake me up from this nightmare.

Chapter Fifty One

Skyla

Iwake to the feeling of a body curling around me. Clearly, one of the guys decided I didn’t need to be alone tonight. Sorry to inform you, you’re wrong.

“Please leave me alone,” I murmur as I turn away from him.

He holds me closer, running his fingers through my hair.

“You know I could never leave you alone, siren.”

My eyes fly open at that nickname, and I scramble for the light, my eyes landing on Vincent. I can’t tell if I’m dreaming, if this is all some weird fantasy realism dream or if he’s actually here. I don’t care what it is, I throw myself into him, wrapping my arms around him and swearing that I’ll never let him go.

“Is it you?” I sob. “Are you really here?”

“I’m here, siren. I’ll always be here.”

I cry out, screaming for the guys.

“ASHER! RONAN! LIAM! WES! GET IN HERE!”

Feet begin thundering through the house as they burst into the room one by one. Each of them blanch with shock, their eyes round as Liam speaks.

“What the fuck? Vinny?”

Liam practically jumps onto the bed, hugging Vincent tight. He allows it for a second or two before shoving Liam to the ground. He lands with a hard thunk but pops up to his feet like nothing ever happened.

“What the fuck is going on?” Ronan asks.

I nod, wanting to know myself, as Vincent looks down at me before up to them.

“I made a deal with the devil.”

We all frown at that, but I bury myself into Vincent. I don’t care what he had to do. I can’t believe he’s here, in the flesh, with me. Nuzzling my head into his chest, his arms tighten around me as he speaks.

“I was sent on a job in New York.”

“We know,” Wesley says.

“And when I got there, I was met with another mercenary. One of the best in the world,” Vincent says with a shake of his head.

“Him and his brother are legends. My parents would run into him from time to time, he’s lethal, and apparently, his target was me.”

My heart seizes at that as he lifts up his sleeves, showing two angry red scars that look like they are trying to heal, but have a long road of recovery. Then he lifts his shirt, showing two stab wounds on his stomach that look to be about the same in the healing process.

“I was bleeding out, fading in and out between life and death and he changed his mind.”

“What do you mean he changed his mind?” Asher asks with a disbelieving face.

Vincent’s eyes bore into mine as he speaks.

“I begged. I told him I had a girl I needed to be with, needed to protect. When I was fading, I told him I’d do anything. He took me up on it. Now, I officially owe him one.”

“One what?” Ronan asks.

“One anything,” Vincent says ominously, though to be honest, I don’t care. I’m just relieved he’s here with me.

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