3. Chapter 3 Seamus
Chapter 3: Seamus
N atasha had turned up at the compound two days before, demanding to see the Cara, the Emerald Queen. I had seen her at the gate. She was so tiny, covered in blood. The guards on duty that night had come to get me and Finn, the little lass not letting anyone touch her until she saw Cara. Finn had remembered her when she visited with her father. I did too, but my memories were more of the women who remained in the car. The one who took my breath away and also stripped me bare with her eyes.
Kamilla. Her aunt.
The ice queen of the Bratva, the woman who had been born into a world of violence, and had not only survived, but thrived. She was a reminder that even the most beautiful rose could have thorns.
Now, if her niece is right, she was Piotr Sokolov's plaything. The thought made me sick to my stomach. I had heard the stories of what Piotr did to the women under his control, the sick games he liked to play. The thought of Kamilla in his clutches, of him laying a single fucking finger on her. It made me want to storm the gates of his fucking fortress and paint the walls with his blood, to rip him limb from limb and then. Then what? What did I expect? A women who I saw once through a car window to fall into my arms.
Fuck. I’ve been around Finn and Cara too much. They are making me soft, believing that love can exist for people like me.
Finn, Cara and I will go to war to get Kamilla back. Cara will go to war to free any woman, to never put someone else in the position she was once put in. And Finn and I would follow Cara anywhere.
Fuck.
I closed my eyes, my jaw clenching so hard my teeth ached. I wanted to save her now. I wanted to be the fucking knight in shining fucking armor and carry her away from the monsters. To wrap her in my arms and promise her that she was safe, that no one would ever hurt her again. I wanted her to moan my name as I covered her body with mine. From that one moment as I had stared at her in the car, I knew she would one day be mine, because the time had finally come.
The plan to save her was for tonight. I wanted it sooner, but it had taken nearly twenty-four hours to gather the right men necessary. Natasha had proved to be a force for someone so young. She gave detailed maps of the compound, including the weak areas to attack. Natasha knew her aunt had sacrificed everything to keep her safe. Just that one act had humbled us all. The woman whose strength and courage and sheer fucking resilience, had made me question everything I thought I knew about the world and my place in it.
A woman like that is rare. Now I was going to save her, just to make her mine.