Page 52 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

Blood oozes from his chest and I realize he’s taken a bullet for me. Hot tears pool at the corners of my eyes before rolling down my cheeks.

I tear across the hallway, my safety forgotten. I fall to my knees and take his massive weight against me. “Grey! Grey!” I scream but it sounds like I’m screaming into a vacuum.

Blood smears across my chest. Red. Hot. So damn much of it. Oh God, he’s going to bleed out in my arms. Not for the first time tonight I’m torn between saving myself and caring about the men I should fear.

“Run, Katriona.” His tight voice takes on a growling tone. His warm breath brushes across my ear. He’s struggling to stay up; more of his weight leans on me, and my body trembles from the exertion.

I cast a look around. Help. Who can help?

Drake is across the alley, bleeding across the face but his fists move so fast I don’t think he realizes he’s wounded, too. Sylan. Where is he?

“I...I... Grey?” My words are a little hard to get out. Emotions I don’t understand clog my throat until I force them free. “I can’t leave you, damn it, Grey. Don’t you fucking die! Sylan!” I scream, finally spotting him, but he’s busy burying his fist into the face of Muscles.

I cup Grey’s face. His cheeks are growing colder. He doesn’t have much time.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper.

“Kiss me. One more time, Katriona, and then you have to leave.”

I take his face in my palms again and lower my lips to his, knowing it will be the last I ever see of any of them.

“We will find you,” he grits out. “Go!”

Grey puts a bloody hand on my shoulder, pushing me away. “Go. Run. NOW!” he roars and I stumble back, letting him fall forward, my heart crashing to the floor with him.

The dark flare of rage and fear in his eyes chase me long into the night.

Sylan

Ifocus on the steady beep of the heart monitor pinging into the otherwise silent underground room and try to count my blessings, but it’s only vengeance that fills my thoughts. And fear for her. I owe myself that small truth. Kane will die and when he does it will be by my bullet through his brain.

And then I’ll hunt Katriona down and next time I have her in my arms she won’t get away from us.

NO, the voice in my head growls.You’re not a monster.

But the demon in me knows she’s ours and it’s only a matter of time before she’s back where she belongs. Under our protection. In our lives, our arms, our beds.

Katriona is the one woman who can save us. If there’s one single chance of us not going to hell, she’s it. Her sweet, kind soul is our last salvation.

I take one last look at my friend fighting for his life in our basement facility and turn on my heel, heading for the elevator. Someone slipped up and I’m going to find out who gave away our location. No one knew we were coming to the club tonight. I’m going to find out who put Katriona in danger and then make sure it never happens again.

“Let me know when he needs more blood. I’ll be upstairs.”

Drake takes up my place beside Grey. “I’ll give the next round. I’ll call you after that.” He sounds as exhausted as I feel.

Everything about our life is under the radar. Getting the authorities involved in this would tie our hands so it’s on us to right the wrongs dealt to us. Trust isn’t something that comes easily, but we lucked out in one area. A doctor willing to work in the shadows is worth the cost.

I nod at the doctor waiting off in the corner, head bent, eyes on the floor. “Make sure he doesn’t die. Doc. Make damn sure.”

His gray head bobs in understanding. “Yes, sir.”

Good.

Back upstairs, I glance around my darkened office, my friend’s blood still on my hands.

Tonight’s scuffle would have repercussions.

The night Kane called a truce we agreed to pay off his debts to the family back East for him on one condition—we unite our causes.

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