Page 10 of Recklessly In Love With A Ruthless Savage 2
“Nova, look at me. I got you,” he breathed, his voice cracking. He pulled me into his arms so tight I couldn’t tell where I ended, and he began. He smelled like blood and gunpowder. I felt his heart hammering in his chest so violently I thought it might break through his ribs.
“Crew…” I sobbed, clutching him like I’d drown if I let him go.
“Kyle’s gone! He slipped out the back!” A voice above us shouted.
Crew’s jaw locked, but he did speak on it. He just held me.
“I’m getting you out of here now.” He said, scooping me into his arms like I weighed nothing.
When I was nestled safely in his arms he turned to Black and Blue.
“Secure that bitch. Strap her to the fucking chair in the office. I want her talkin’ before dawn.”
Kennedy’s screams faded as a couple large men dragged her upstairs. Crew carried me carefully, his eyes hard as steel, but when he pressed his lips to my forehead, I felt them tremble. Outside, the wind howled, and men screamed and wailed in the distance. Inside, I knew the real war was just beginning.
As we made it through the wrecked living room, Kennedy was huddled on the floor, clutching her bleeding shoulder, eyes wild. She saw them and screeched.
“You’re dead, Nova! You hear me?! You’re dead! He’ll find you! He’ll take your brat! He’ll—” Kennedy screamed until one of Crew’s men silenced her with a quick blow to the side of the head.
We didn’t even look at her, just pushed past her outside, the cold rain hitting us like a slap. I gasped, sucking in the clean night air, with a heavy sob. Crew didn’t hesitate, taking the stairs with ease as he stomped through the forest, carrying me tight to his chest, my bare feet dangling uselessly. In the tree line, Blue waited, scanning with night vision. He didn’t say a word. He just gave Crew a sharp nod.
“Let’s go.”
Black took up the rear, gun sweeping the dark trees. They hustled through the brush, as I cried quietly, clutching Crew’s vest.
“I thought you weren’t coming,” I whispered.
“Don’t you ever fucking think that. Ever. I'll always come for you.” Crew said his sharp gaze pierced mine.
I continued sniffling, cheek pressed against him. “They said they’d kill me.”
“Not while I’m breathing,” he said, voice cracking as he cradled me.
We kept moving away from the house. Hearing faint shouts and shots going off in the distance. More than likely Kyle’s reinforcements, too late to do anything but die.
“They’re coming.” Blue said, glancing back once, eyes cold.
“Let them. They’re too late.” Crew said, snarling.
“The truck's close.” Black said, not even turning.
When we broke the tree line he sat me down. The vehicles were parked along the old logging road. When I tried to walk my legs buckled from exhaustion. But Crew caught me.
“Easy, baby. I got you.”
I looked up at him with tears streaking my dirt and blood-smeared face. Taking in the handsome man that stood before me. Without him I would be dead. But he saved me.
“Crew...” I cried, unable to finish my sentence. He cupped my cheek, using his thumb to brush the blood away.
“We’re going home,” he said.
And just like that I sagged back into him, a weight lifted off my chest with the knowledge that this man that I had fallen in love with would keep me safe. Crew was our safe space, and he would do anything to protect us. He had proven that time and time again. Black and Blue fanned out, flanking us, watching the darkness as we moved. Crew didn’t look back, never taking his eyes off me and the path ahead until we reached the truck. He lifted me into the back seat like I was glass. Once I was safely in the truck, he closed the door and turned, gun in hand, eyes searching the dark woods for threats.
Black stood beside him, silent, massive before Blue moved past them both to the driver’s seat, starting the engine.
“Go,” Crew ordered.
“What? You’re not going with me?” I whisper shouted out the window to Crew.
