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“Where’s Saros?”

Benny grinned. “Dealing with your folks.”

I wanted him, needed his arms embracing me, but he was making sure I was safe, doing what had to be done in a way only he could. I would have my time with him. I followed behind Theo, Andre behind me.

There were dead bodies everywhere. Ramsey had a lot of muscle—it seemed more than Saros. But sometimes quantity was nothing in the face of quality, and Saros only chose the best to work with him.

“There’s a van outside. That’s where you’ll go with Gino and Theo.”

“We can’t leave Saros.” I looked over my shoulder to Benny.

“No one is leaving him, I promise. Just do as I say, and we’ll all get out of this.”

I shut up after that. Gino took out a guy who came racing around the corner, but other than that we didn’t encounter anyone else.

The van stood idle right outside. I had assumed we were in the apartment complex Saros was watching, but it appeared we’d actually been in one of the houses Ramsey owned just outside Eastbury.

Once in the van, Theo took the driver’s seat, and Gino sat with us. Benny was outside the van, facing the house. Were we waiting for Saros? I hoped so.

“You looked banged up, are you okay?” Gino asked.

“I’ll be fine, better once I see Saros.”

Gino chuckled and nodded. “Understood.”

Only a couple of minutes later, I watched as Ramsey and Shyla were dragged out of the house and tossed into another van. As wonderful as that was to see, what was even better was that right behind them, Saros sauntered out. He wore all black—not a suit, he was dressed to fuck shit up. He walked straight to our van. Benny opened the side door and then, finally, I was face-to-face with him.

“Hey, baby,” Saros whispered, and I flew at him.

He wrapped me in those arms I loved, and I sobbed into his neck. He shushed me and kept saying over and over that he had me, that I was safe.

He carried me back into the van and I heard the door close, the engine start, and I knew we were moving, but I wasn’t letting go. Not yet, not ever.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

“The only place where success comes before work is in the dictionary.”

~ Origin unknown

Saros

Em had morebruises on him than when I’d last seen him on FaceTime, and Ramsey was going to pay for that, but right now Em needed me. Ramsey, Shyla, and RJ could stew for a bit.

“Secure them. I’ll be down later,” I told Cosmo.

No one questioned me—they all understood. My sole priority was Em. I looked over at Andre as we exited the van on my estate.

“Your father is on his way; he’s flying in. Please make yourself at home here. Dafni, my sister, will show you to a room you can get cleaned up in and changed. There’s food, whatever you need.”

“Thank you.” He jerked his chin at Em. “He believed you’d come for us the whole time.”

I smiled. “Nothing was stopping me.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

Dafni came out after and while she was obviously concerned for Em, she helped Andre like I’d asked. Ramsey and Shyla were brought in from the other side of the estate, away from prying eyes. I carried Em through the house. A few people appeared notably curious with how I was dressed and Em’s current state, but never asking. Up the stairs and to my room where I kicked my door closed and sat on my bed, Em still in my arms.

“How about a shower?” I rubbed his back. He had to want to get washed up, and I very much wanted to examine every inch of him.

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