Page 146 of Say I Do

“Yeah. After the mothers you chose for us, I’m thinking it was the trauma.”

My father stared at me until I laughed. Despite the pain and stress, I couldn’t help it. The look on his face was hilarious.

“I’ll leave you all to it,” he said finally as he grinned a little. The grin dulled quickly. “But thiswillblow back on us.”

“I know. I’ll handle it.”

“Hope so,” my father said. “I better go check on your mother.”

Once he exited, I turned to look at Harlow. He hissed as Melony pulled a needle and thread through his flesh, closing it together. The bleeding slowed as she sewed him up while chastising him for being a big baby. I grinned as the two of them bickered back and forth. Someone tapped my shoulder. I nearly jumped out of my skin before I glanced at Tony and groaned.

“I almost pissed myself!”

Tony laughed. “Sorry. Did you want me to take care of that?” he asked as he nodded toward Andre.

“Yes. Take him somewhere safe. I might need information from him in the future.”

“Understood. Oh, also the police are almost here. The guys we have inside couldn’t keep this shit quiet and can’t stall anymore. I suggest getting your family out the back while you can. There’s no time to clean anything up. I had the guys grab as many weapons as possible but...” He trailed off.

“Yeah.” I gritted my teeth. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

“You got it.” Tony shoved two fingers between his lips and whistled long and loud. “Let’s go!”

Everyone had mostly filed out of the church a long time ago. We were the last ones left. As I looked at the carnage left behind, I sucked in a breath and blew it out quickly. We didn’t have time for this.

“Tony?” I called as I made the decision.

“Yeah?”

“Burn it down.”

Tony nodded. “On it.”

I turned to Mel and Harlow. “Can you stitch him up in a moving car?”

The woman sighed. “Since when has a moving vehicle ever stopped me from saving one of your lives? Chelsea, grab my bag please.”

“I’ve got it!”

We made our way out of the church as quickly as we could. The sound of sirens in the distance were loud, but over that was talking, yelling, people who were too fucking close to the scene. My father was right; tomorrow we would be in the spotlight even more than we were before. There was no way out of this.

I helped Harlow into the backseat. I sat on one side, Mel on the other. Chelsea climbed into the front. I held Harlow’s hand, squeezing it as our eyes met. Even as blood still rolled down my skin, all I could think about was him and if he was okay.

“I’m driving," Giancarlo said as he slid into the driver’s seat. “Tony’s gotta make that bitch burn.”

Everyone groaned as he started up the car. “I thought we’d made it out alive,” Chelsea muttered. “But nope. We’re all gonna die.”

“Don’t be like that!” Gin laughed as he peeled out of the parking lot into the garage and through it to the other side. “I’m a great driver.”

“Where the hell is Ash?” Chelsea snapped.

“With Enzo and Tex. Trust me, I wouldn’t leave him with anyone I didn’t trust.” He met my gaze in the rearview mirror. “I had to help my other brother.”

Fuck, could my heart take anymore? I’d never been so proud of my brother. As he focused on the road, I turned to Harlow. His brow had collected a fine sheen of sweat. I wiped it away before I frowned.

“Are you okay?” I asked him.

“Yeah. Melony’s just a heavy-handed bitch. Ow!”

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