Page 4 of The Mafia's Omega Queen

“Are you sure, Sir? There’s much to be done still.”

“I’m sure. We will worry about the rest tomorrow.”

He glances around in dismay at the disaster that has befallen the house from my brothers and me, but he gives me a small nod, a pat on the back, and heads toward his room.

My eyes take in everything his did, the destruction of the wall being the most prominent infliction of the foyer since I’ve been able to clean up most of the blood that was spilled today. There may have been more damage from when the house was broken into, but this hurts so much worse than that.

Tossing the scrub brush into the now cloudy, cold water, I take it into the kitchen and dump it, leaving everything on the counter, then head in the direction of the medical room. If my brothers are inside, they may not let me in, but they won’t have a choice if there is a chance I can save her.

The door to the room is open, Doc flitting around inside as he tries to clean up the bloody mess from trying to save her life. The heart monitor keeps a steady rhythm as Haylee lays deathly still on the medical bed, her once creamy skin tone paled, showcasing all the veins running through her body. Gavin is on his knees to her left, his forehead pressed against the hand he is holding as his shoulders shudder, quiet sobs leaving him. Hunter is on her right, looking down at Haylee like she makes the world turn, brushing her dark locks off her forehead. Arden is nowhere to be seen, and I don’t even know if he knows the outcome yet. But knowing him, he’s probably been watching the entire time, so I’m sure he has an idea.

It feels like I’m intruding on such a personal and intimate moment, but I don’t let that stop me from stepping into the room and garnering everyone’s attention.

“Get out,” Hunter growls, more fury radiating in those two words than I’ve ever heard from his mouth before.

I start to undo my once crisp white shirt, a dangerous sound emanating from Hunter with every button I pop. “Doc,” he stops and glances at me, “Andre said Haylee and I are the same blood type, and you can’t get any more until tomorrow.” I toss my shirt to the floor. “Take mine for her. Take it all if you have to; just don’t let my brothers lose her.”

Another sob wracks Gavin’s body, and if I weren’t public enemy number one, I would hug him, but I know I’m the last person he wants touching him right now.

Doc looks at both Hunter and Gavin, then back to me. He nods and starts collecting everything he needs for the transfusion from me to her. After everything is piled on a metal cart, he grabs the chair from his desk and rolls it all over to Haylee’s right, Hunter moving toward her head to make room.

“This doesn’t change shit,” Hunter hisses, his eyes no longer on me.

If only he knew that this changes everything.

This is me throwing up the white flag, surrendering for the first time in my life.

This is me hoping that one day I can be forgiven for my sins against not only Haylee but my brothers too.

This is me ready to give my life for her, just so Gavin won’t lose another love because of this business.

This is me laying it all on the line for the mate I should have protected.

Hang on, Haylee. They won’t be the same without you.

“Hey, baby girl,” I murmur as I enter our quiet bedroom, the first rays of sunshine breaking through the blinds, trying to illuminate the dark space. Hunter is curled up at her side, tiny snores leaving him as he continues to sleep.

It’s been two weeks now since that fateful day when we almost lost Haylee. Two weeks since I’ve heard her laugh, two weeks since the last time I heard the words I love you uttered, and two weeks since the last time her beautiful blue eyes looked upon any of us. We hold out hope every day of her waking up, but as each day passes, that chance becomes bleaker and bleaker.

Doc shows up every day like clockwork, checking her vitals and making sure she hasn’t taken any turns for the worse. Unfortunately, it’s always the same answer every day when we ask him.

It’s up to her now if she wakes up. I’ve done all I can do.

Every time he says the words, it’s like I’m the one being stabbed with a knife, but I know my girl is strong, and she will wake up. She has to. The three of us won’t survive losing her. Me especially.

Arden, Hunter, and I have been taking turns sleeping with her at night, wanting someone to be here in case she wakes up. But really, none of us want to be away from her. The first night, after we moved her back to her bedroom with Doc’s okay two days after the incident, we all slept in here, all three of us on the floor near the bed. And I say slept loosely. I don’t think any of us have really gotten much sleep, but we try since we know Haylee will need us functioning when she wakes up. It was after that when we decided to take turns, that way, we could sleep on the bed and hope our close proximity would bring Haylee back from the darkness she is living in.

When Arden isn’t here, he’s in his office, tracking down the cunt responsible for this. Somehow she’s disappeared, and he’s determined to find her so we can snuff out her life like she deserves. I idly wonder if I voiced that aloud if that would wake Haylee up. She’d be all gung-ho to end the bitch. After all, she’s wanted to since the very first day she saw her.

Hunter spends most of his time down in his torture room, taking out his anger and aggression on anyone he can get his hands on. Namely, every single person that should have been here that day and wasn’t. He’s been able to extract some information, but his anger gets the best of him, and he kills them before he gets everything. On mine and Arden’s nights, he doesn’t know that we know he’s been sneaking in and sleeping in the closet just to be surrounded by her scent. We had left a stack of blankets and pillows in there after her unexpected heat, and he’s been wrapping himself up in those just to get shuteye. But he’s always gone by the time we actually get up.

Me? Well, I’ve been fielding calls from her mom. Rebecca has been calling every day for the past week. It wasn’t until her first phone call that I learned about the attack at the Storm compound and Thane’s injuries. He’s been recovering at home for the past three days, insistent though on getting out of bed and taking out the fuckers that dared break into his house and put Rebecca at risk. Byron has been running the day-to-day while he heals, even though Thane has protested in the background that he was shot, not dead, and he could do it himself.

Haylee would crack up at her dad’s proclamations, probably echoing them as we take care of her.

Andre checks in numerous times throughout each and every day. Making sure we have food and drink and anything else we need so we don’t have to leave her. Hell, he even kicked us all out of the medical room the following morning, sending us all to shower off the grime and blood. It wasn’t until Doc gave us the okay to move her to our bedroom that I broke out of my stupor, fearing I would lose her. She’s still here, and I tell myself that over and over again each day just to function. My girl is still hanging on, and I will do the same. If she decides to let go, then and only then will I too.

We haven’t seen much from Vinny since that day, either. After he gave Haylee blood, he disappeared to his bedroom and has spent the majority of the time there or in his office. The house has basically been placed on lockdown; the only people in or out have been extra guards and the ones who were supposed to be on duty that day. Those guards don’t make it out, though. Okay, they do, but in a body bag. Arden did inform us, though, that while we sleep, Vinny sneaks into the room and checks on Haylee himself. It’s surprising really, as it’s the most he’s cared about her since the first day we showed up. Remorse? Maybe. But when she wakes up, it’s her he’ll have to answer to. And if I know my girl as well as I think I do, she’ll make him suffer for all that she’s been through.

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