Page 46 of Calypso's Shield
I turn and I fucking lose it.
I move like a man possessed. The second Calypso is gone, something inside me snaps.
I’m no longer thinking, no longer holding back. I’m just fucking killing.
I take out two of Dave’s men in seconds, one shot to the head, the other gutted open with my knife. The rest start running.
Good.
They should because Law Dog is hunting their asses down. I’m going to kill every single one of these motherfuckers for hurting my woman.
Dave Train isn’t getting away. I spot him near the exit, shoving one of his own men in front of him like a shield, the fucking coward.
I raise my gun and fire. The man in front of him drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Dave stumbles back, his face twisting in panic. He knows it’s over.
I stalk toward him, my boots crunching over glass, blood dripping from my knife.
“Shit.” he starts. I slam the barrel of my gun into his face hard. He crumples, and I don’t let him get up.
I kneel beside him and press the muzzle of my gun under his chin, forcing his head back. “You put your hands on her.” My voice is pure fucking venom.
Blood dribbles from Dave’s mouth, his eyes wild. “She, she was never yours to keep, man.”
Wrong fucking answer. I press the gun harder, watching as pure terror flashes across Dave’s face. “She’s mine,” I growl. “And you? You’re fucking done.”
A sick smirk tugs at his lips. “You don’t even know, do you?” he rasps.
“What?” My grip tightens.
Dave laughs, a wet, gurgling sound. “Go check on your girl, brother. See if she tells you.”
A sharp CRACK shatters the moment as Capone’s bullet slams through Dave’s skull. His body slumps, and his eyes grow glossy. He’s dead.
I don’t remember the ride. I don’t remember the sirens or the doors slamming open as I charge inside. All I remember is her.
Calypso, my life, my world.
She’s lying in that hospital bed, too fucking pale with an IV in her arm and monitors hooked up all over her. Allura is sitting beside her, holding her hand. The second she sees me, she stands, her expression is unreadable and guarded.
I stop at the foot of the bed, my breathing ragged.
Calypso stirs. Her lashes flutter, and when her eyes land on me, something in her gaze shifts. Fear. Guilt. Pain.
“Farris,” she whispers, her voice hoarse.
I swallow hard. “You’re okay.” My voice is rough, breaking. “You’re gonna be okay.”
Her eyes glance to Allura, then back to me. That’s when I know.
That cold, sinking feeling in my gut turns into a goddamn freefall. Calypso tries to speak, but I already know.
My chest constricts as the truth hits me harder than any bullet. My world tilts. My throat locks up as I force the words out. “You were pregnant.” I rasp, the words tasting like acid in my mouth. I take a slow, unsteady breath.
Her breath catches as tears well in her eyes, and she nods.
I take a step back, my chest caves in and my heart fucking rips apart. I failed.
She reaches for me, but I step out of reach.
