Page 67 of Twisted Revelations

Dax assisted me in helping her to stand. She wobbled but remained upright. We’d all had our asses kicked, but we were alive. Unfortunately, we were about to face another round of trouble once we entered that penthouse.

“Thanks for getting the blade,” Beverly stated, glancing at Eduardo. “Because of him, I didn’t get a chance to go to the bathroom,” she continued, causing a frown of confusion to form on Dax’s face before he glanced at me.

Thankfully, my persistence had paid off, and I’d convinced Dax to take me on the recon mission of this hotel. Bev and I agreed that I should sneak in a few blades. I’d hidden them in the bathroom behind the tampon dispenser as extra security if things went sideways.

There was no way of knowing if the blades would be there tonight, but they had been. Once I was invited up to the penthouse, I wasn’t going up without some kind of protection. My short bathroom break had gotten me one of the blades, and I’d left the other for Beverly. When I spotted trouble standing at her back, I’d distracted the men and passed the blade to her.

“That’s why you were so determined to go on that recon mission with me,” Dax stated, piecing together me and Beverly’s little plan before he lifted the phone to his ear.

“Santino. We have weapons. We could take him out.” Dax explained to D over the phone.

“No time. More trouble’s on the way. Don’t worry about him right now. Besides, you know how he looks. Two rings, be ready,” D stated before the phone clicked off.

The three of us could have been zombies in Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” video. My dress and Beverly’s had been turned into dirty rags as scrapes and bruises sat prominently on different areas of our bodies. Dax resembled a reanimated corpse. The wound must have stopped bleeding, as it hadn’t soaked through the makeshift tourniquet yet. However, we had no idea what kind of internal injuries he’d suffered.

For once in my life, I was worried about a man I didn’t consider family. I didn’t want him to die. He’d risked his life multiple times for Beverly and me, and my hardheadedness had gotten all of us dragged into a situation we weren’t meant to survive.

Had Dax been serious about dying along with me when I was hanging over that balcony?

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