Page 91 of Axe
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Allison
I started shaking in Axe’s arms. The FBI was there and I knew there was no chance we were going to make it out of this unscathed.
To say I was in total shock right then would have been an understatement. There was so much that had just happened.
One, Savage was dead. I could finally breathe. I was free—of him at least. I mean I had a pretty good idea that the FBI wouldn’t just let me walk out of here after what I’d done.
Two, Lulu was there. She somehow didn’t forget about me. And while I was desperate to know what all I’d missed in her life, I knew now was not the time.
Three, there was so much blood everywhere. I was covered in it. Axe was covered in it. The walls, floors, just about everything. And the bodies…I tried my best not to think about how many there were.
Four, Axe was alive! He was alive, there, and holding me in his arms. He had come to save me after all.
“Neiryn.” My little boy’s name rushed out of my mouth in a panic.
“He’s fine, baby. He’s at the clubhouse and the girls are watching over him,” Axe whispered into my ear.
Thank God. My son was still alive.
For the first time in a long time, I felt like things were going to be alright. I felt like I could close my eyes and not feel fear. I didn’t have the constant urge to look over my shoulder. I mean, there was still the FBI thing, but my biggest nightmare was no longer there.
Really, this was a room full of criminals. Sure I didn’t have hardcore proof of any of it, but I wasn’t stupid. Criminals and FBI didn’t mix. There was no way we were going to get out of this with a slap on the wrist.
I pulled Axe’s arms tighter around me. I wasn’t sure when I’d be able to touch him again. Hell, it might have been never. So, while I still had the chance, I took everything that I could.
“Breathe, baby.” His words calmed me but not enough that I could forget what kind of situation we were in. “It’ll work itself out.”
“Agent Marks,” Burke said as he stepped out of the crowd, hands by his head letting them know he wasn’t threatening and the journal held up in one of his hands.
“Oh for fuck’s sake. Burke, what the hell are you doing here?” The lead agent said with a roll of his eyes as he put his hands on his hips.
The agent then holstered his gun but didn’t motion for the rest of his team to follow suit.
Burke walked over to the agent, as cool as could be. They had a back and forth that was completely out of earshot. Agent Marks, as Burke had called him, tilted his head to the ceiling and blew out an exacerbated breath as he slightly shook his head. Then his head snapped down and his eyes landed on me. Burke handed over the journal and Agent Marks flipped through it.
We all stayed silent as we waited. I didn’t dare fucking move, that was for sure. There were guns aimed at us and I was afraid that so much as a sneeze might cause one of them to fire.
Agent Marks held up his hand and all the rest of his team lowered their weapons and took a more relaxed stance, but that still didn’t mean that they weren’t ready to draw at a drop of a hat.
“Alright,” he said as he walked over and stood directly in front of me and Cal, who happened to be right beside Axe and I. “This is a fucking shit show.”
He could say that again.
No one opened their mouth to speak as we waited for him to carry on.
“Looks like I got what I needed out of this whole thing. I would have liked to have a man to question, but given whoheis, it is probably for the best that it went down this way. But I never said that. Don’t think that I don’t know anything about you. It just happens that I have bigger fish to fry.”
He pursed his lips and looked at me.
“Self defense, right?”
His question wasn’t really a question. Though that was pretty much what it was. I mean Savage may have been tired to a chair and rendered helpless the moment I stabbed him, but I would have called it self defense. Or temporary insanity.
“Yes, sir,” I said with a tiny nod.
“Sykes, call the hospital. Let them know that they have about…” His head did a slow swivel, looking at every inch that he could see. “At least fifteen coming in. I’ll handle it when I get there.”
