Page 14 of Chaos & Carnage

“Behave. I love you.”

His eyes hold mine, an anxiousness still buried in his pale blue depths, like he can’t believe he has me back. “I love you, too,” I assure him before he reluctantly steps away, following Cain out of the room and leaving me alone with my two mafia men.

The second the door shuts behind them, Enzo stalks toward me, a furrow on his brow. Instead of pulling me in against him as I expected, he reaches for the seam of my top and inches it up until my bruised and scratched skin is visible for him to see.

“Fucking hell, Sawyer,” he growls, but I know none of his anger is aimed at me.

“I’m fine,” I assure him. “It looks worse than it is.”—a total lie. It hurts like a bitch.

His resounding scoff of disagreement says it all, but I push his hands off me and pull down my top. Frowning, he doesn’t argue as he gently maneuvers me back to the bed. “At least sit down and rest until they get back.”

“And you can tell us all about thisfriend,” Dante tacks on.

Ignoring him, I get comfy in the middle of the bed before patting the sheet beside me and silently pleading for him to join me. Enzo needs no such encouragement. He’s already sitting with his back against the headboard, his legs out in front of him and his feet crossed at the ankles.

Dante’s dark brown eyes bore into mine, as I hold his stare until he finally relents. With a scowl, he lowers himself onto the bed, except he doesn’t get anywhere near as comfortable as Enzo. Keeping one foot planted on the floor, he lifts one leg onto the bed as he shifts to rest against the headboard, his body taut as though ready to spring into action at any moment.

“Good to see the four of you haven’t killed each other in my absence,” I tell them, trying to divert the conversation away from their prying questions about Blue—stupid ass name, but since I don’t have an actual name, I guess that’s what I’ll have to call him.

Enzo scoffs. “There were a few close calls.”

Yeah,I think.I witnessed one of them. I don’t say as much, however. It would only raise more questions that I can’t answer. Before I left his place, Blue made me promise not to tell anyone about him or where he lives—although I’m not entirely sure if he actually lives there. Since I probably owe my life to him, there was no way I was about to argue. Besides, not even my guys need to know about him. I doubt we will ever cross paths again.

“Dante had to be talked down several times.”

“I wasn’t the one who demanded one of those assholes to shoot me,” Dante fires back.

“What?!” I exclaim, gaping wide-eyed at Enzo. “You did what?!”

Enzo rolls his eyes, sweeping a hand down his tall frame. “Clearly, I’m fine.”

I groan into my hands, deciding I’m probably better not knowing what other arguments went on between them. The one I witnessed was bad enough.

“Where were you?”

It seems Dante won’t be so easily swayed from this line of conversation, and I sigh as I lift my head to look at him. “I can’t tell you.”

“Why didn’t you call?” Enzo asks.

“I was out of it for nearly two days after the crash.”

Dante growls, his body going tight as a bow. “You mean some asshole had two days to do god-knows-what while you were unconscious?!”

“All he did was patch me up,” I assure him, but even that seems to piss him off. As though the thought of another guy so much as touching me is enough to send him spiraling into a frenzy. “He took care of me,” I try to soothe.Nope, that doesn’t seem to have the intended effect, either.“He stopped another one of your dad’s men from getting to me,” I try instead.

His anger lightens by only a fraction, but he bites out, “More likely, he stopped us from finding you.”

I huff out a sigh. This is an argument that has no resolution. No matter what I say, he’s going to be pissed. Dropping my shoulders, I soften my expression. “Can we please not fight? I’m far too exhausted for that. I just want to enjoy having both of you here.”

Dante holds his tight expression for a second longer before letting it go and giving me a silent nod of agreement. Smiling, I rest my head against his arm and interlock my fingers with Enzo’s, placing our joined hands on my thigh. We fall into a peaceful silence, and it’s not long before my eyes start to droop. I swear, all my body wants to do since the crash is sleep.

As I’m nodding off, a loud wailing sound makes all three of us jump, and any notion of sleep is chased back into the recesses of my mind as adrenaline rushes forward.

Enzo jackhammers off the bed, immediately reaching for a weapon tucked in the waistband of his pants hidden beneath his jacket. Dante does the same, although with far more grace, as though he’s reluctant to move too fast and draw attention to us.

When the door doesn’t blow open, I roll to the edge of the bed and grab the gun Cain keeps stuck to the underside of his bedside table, ignoring every dull ache as I move.

“Perimeter alarm,” I shout by way of explanation over the wailing noise. The fact that the alarm hasn’t been disarmed can only mean one thing. “The clubhouse is under attack.”

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