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Jax’s eyes come to me for a brief moment. The intensity of them has goosebumps breaking out across my skin.
“I’ll put the knife down.” He moves the knife, sliding it across the front of Eduardo's throat, blood spraying out. I let out a scream as Gino goes to turn the gun back onto Jax.
Another pop sounds as Jax shoves Eduardo’s body forward hard, right into Gino. I scurry across the bed as the gun goes off again before Gino hits the floor. The gun slides out of his hand and across the floor.
I pounce on top of him and start hitting him as hard as I can. He shifts, taking a swing at me, but misses as I am lifted off of him and pulled back. I know it’s Jax. He turns, letting me go, and I stumble into Z, who braces me by my shoulders.
“You’re safe,” he tells me. I won't feel safe until I have Jax.
I turn back to him when I hear a scream. Jax is now on top of Gino. His fist is slamming into his face over and over again.
“Take her downstairs,” I hear Z say, and someone grabs my forearm, but I jerk it out of their hold. I’m not going anywhere. I cringe when Jax grabs the man's head and slams it into the ground. The crack is loud.
“I think he’s dead,” I say.
“Likely.” Z shrugs. “Let him get his anger out.” No one makes a move to stop Jax. I step toward him.
“Jax,” I call to him. His whole body freezes as he turns his head toward me. “I want to go home,” I choke out, so many emotions taking over. When I reach out for him, I see my hands are shaking.
He stands, coming toward me, blood covering him as he pulls me into him. His mouth crashes down on to mine.
“Bunny,” he says, his hands cupping my face.
“I’m okay,” I tell him. I can still see a wild look in his eyes. “I knew you would come.” I smile at him.
“Always.”
“I love you.” He closes his eyes, dropping his forehead to mine.
“I thought I might never hear those words from you. Say them again for me.”
“I love you, Jax.” He opens his eyes again.
“I love you too, Bunny.” He scoops me up into his arms. “Let's go home.”
Home. There is nowhere else I’d rather be.
Chapter Thirty-Three
JAX
My hands throb, but I don’t give a shit. I welcome the pain, knowing it came from smashing that asshole's face in. This isn’t over. I don’t care if I have to fly to Italy myself. Joseph Bianco is as good as dead, too. I’m sure War will handle it. As much as I’d love to do it myself, there is no way I’m letting Kinsley out of my sight for the foreseeable future. She can fight me on it, but I’ll tie her to my bed if I have to.
I carry her down the stairs, stepping over Jim. “Blair did that,” Kinsley tells me. “Wait, where is Blair?” she asks.
“We got her when she ran out.” I let her know. “She left you behind.”
“No, she didn't!” Kinsley hisses. “It was my plan. She thought I was going to follow her.” Right now, I’m not sure what to believe when it comes to Blair. I don’t trust anyone that isn’t a Marino at the moment.
Damon opens the back door to the SUV for me to climb in. I’m in no shape to drive. I’m not letting Kinsley go. She is the only thing keeping me grounded. If not for her, I’d still be beating the shit out of a dead body.
"Blair seemed awfully comfortable when you all exited the school with Jim," Damon adds.
"She wasn't! We were trying to not get shot. Blair freaking killed him. Pushed him down the stairs. One of them backhanded her across the face. No way she is freaking involved," Kinsley says with conviction.
That’s still to be determined, but I don’t need to worry my girl any more than she has already been tonight. My family will make sure they get the answers they need from Blair and see if she checks out.
Damon and I glance at each other. "All right," I tell her. Damon only nods, closing the door before jogging around to the driver's side and hopping in.
