Page 133 of Rebel Heart

He grabbed my hands. “Pix. Pix, stop! It’s not my blood.”

I stared up at him in confusion. There was so much of it. “Vaughn? Kian?”

“Not ours either,” Vaughn said from behind me.

I spun around, another round of sobs overcoming me when they were both standing tall, spattered with blood but clearly uninjured. I rushed up the stairs, and they both engulfed me in their arms, sandwiching me between them.

In the room beyond, the two Sinners’ members lay on the floor, bullet wounds in their guts, the two of them bleeding out slowly and hopefully painfully after what they’d done to these women.

“These men won’t hurt you,” I assured the scared group.

They stared at me with big eyes. I wasn’t sure if they believed me or not, but they had to know they were better than the two pieces-of-shit humans who lay bleeding out in front of them.

And the one still hollering from the hole.

I looked up at Kian and Vaughn. “Luca is coming with a truck to pick them up for trafficking.”

Fang shook his head. “Listen.”

Not too far away, a group of engines roared.

“War and the rest of the MC are only a few minutes behind us,” Fang explained. “We called them as soon as Riva admitted what she’d done. If Luca knows what’s good for him, he’ll take one look at the crowd and keep on driving. He’s not going to be prepared for all of this.”

Fang was right. The headlights of a group of bikes were already turning onto the road up ahead, the engines growing louder with every mile they passed.

War rode at the front, and Bliss let out a sob when he dropped his bike in the gravel and caught her in his arms.

He cradled her to his chest, one hand to the back of her head, his eyes wide with fear. “Are you okay? What the fuck happened?”

Fang shook his head. “Long story.”

A shout from behind us had everyone turning in that direction.

“Is somebody out there?” Kian shielded his eyes from the brightness of the headlights and peered into the darkness.

“Is that Caleb?” Vaughn strode forward, his eyes darkening with anger.

I caught his arm. “Yes. It is. But he’s not going anywhere.”

“We shoved him into a pit.” A tiny smile lifted Bliss’s lips. “We thought he’d break his neck, but unfortunately that didn’t happen. But there’s no way for him to get out.”

Fang raised an eyebrow at me. “Seriously?”

I was sure it was a mixture of giddy relief and adrenaline, but I jerked my head toward the pit, almost proudly. “Go see for yourself. Trapped him like a pig.”

Vaughn frowned at me as we headed in the direction of the pit. “How long were you at your dad’s farm to start talking like that?”

I shoved him. “Seriously? You couldn’t even give me five minutes without reverting back to your regular, asshole self?”

His expression softened, and he slung his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in tight to kiss the top of my head. “I love you, Roach. Even if you did just sound like a redneck.”

I elbowed him, but then the four of us were on the edge of Caleb’s hole, and my heartrate picked up again.

He stared up at us, his eyes murderous, his lips pulled into a scowl. “You want to fucking get me out now or what?”

None of the guys said a word.

Neither did I. What we did next wasn’t a decision I could make alone.

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