Page 138 of Mafie Trials

Admitting that I need him as well feels pretty fucking weak on my part, but it’s true. The past month spent with them has been some of the best days of my life. They make every day better, worth living. Arrow knows how to make Laney happy when I can’t. He gives her what she needs while making me feel necessary for her too. There just isn’t a world that we are meant to be in that doesn’t involve her falling asleep between the both of us at night. I simply won’t accept it.

“I need you too,” he says as his eyes start to get heavy. "Both of you."

“I’m taking him to the hospital. He needs surgery.” Doc gives me a look, asking if I want to go with or stay.

As much as I want to go with, I know I need to get back to Laney. She got it together for Evie, but if shit keeps going south, the gods themselves don’t even know what that man will do.

I lean over Arrow to kiss him on the head. I don’t question my actions because I’m not sure what they really mean.

My chest hurts as I pull back. He looks passed the fuck out. His skin is starting to turn gray. I turn away and get out of the van so they can get moving. I’ve seen my fair share of death and that looked all too close.

As I run back, the comms finally connect for me. “Havoc, get to Laney. She’s in the east wing.”

My fists clench as I run to my girl, my unicorn. Adrik was once my best friend and I hate him for what he did to Evie, but if he takes my girl from me, I will tear him limb from fucking limb. Consequences be damned.

Chapter 62

Evie eases into the dark hallway in an attempt to get the team from the back, but after a minute passes, I don’t see her. They are getting closer and closer, but there's still no sign of Evie. My mind tries to turn its attention back to Arrow lying bloody on the rooftop as I wrapped the tourniquet around his arm. His screams—they were worse than anything I’ve ever heard.

Havoc was able to carry him. There was nothing more I could do and Evie needed me. I shake my head, peering back out. Still no Evie.

Come on, girl. I can’t take them all.

Their footsteps get louder as I tuck myself back, my hand grips the handle of one of the supply closets. Smoke starts coming from my left where the team is approaching. Except, instead of burning wood or plastic, the aroma smells oddly sweet.

Oh, shiitake. Knockout gas.

I grab the handle and push it down. It doesn’t budge. I turn fully and jerk it, willing it to open. My hands are shaking as I hold my breath, but I can already feel the effects hitting me. My movements are slow, but the door finally budges. I push in just in time to fall to the floor as the door swings shut behind me. I engage the lock just as my vision starts to fog.

I’m praying Evie locked herself in a closet and that’s why I didn’t see her. Any other alternative is too much to handle at the moment.

“I’m coming for you, baby,” I hear in my ear, but the fog is growing. I try to get the words out with a tongue that feels swollen and too big for my mouth. We stashed masks in the plane just outside this terminal for this reason. If he knows, he can grab one.

With all of the energy I have left, I warn him.

“Knock. Out. Gas.” My voice is raspy. I’m not even sure if he can hear it. The faint yell of a voice comes, but I don’t know what they're saying. I don’t even know whose voice it is.

Then, my world goes dark.

Chapter 63

The team outside is taking fire from Alexi. I saw Evie go in to help him, but the comms are all over the place. Almost all of the men are down as I scan for signs of movement. There's a strange feeling nagging at me that I just can't seem to shake so I check the cameras where I last saw Evie one more time.

Everything goes cold when I see it. Three men exit the east building with a limp Evie in their arms. My nerves all burn with a fire I'm not used to feeling.

What the fuck?

I grab my gun decide fuck it, this is not going to happen. My feet hit the stairs, going faster than should even be possible, but I can’t stop. I won’t.

I make it to the final step and open the door. I fire on the last two men standing. They go down before they can even register that I’m behind them. Alexi comes out from behind the ATV he was using for cover as I start yelling.

“They have her! Get to the cars, your bike, anything!”

The tires in the ATV are shot through and as I make it to my bike, I find those tires shredded as well. Damien comes running around the corner.

“Where’s the car? Your bikes?”

“They destroyed them, man. They took heavy fire and cut through all the tires. Where is she?”

---