Chapter 25 – Damian
Chapter Twenty-Five
DAMIAN
The gunfire stops and only a high-pitched ringing remains. Then, the roar of tires kicking up gravel, the sharp screech of a car peeling away.
I push up from the floor, my pulse hammering in my ears.
Marlowe is gone. She ran. She got away. Or maybe she’s dead.
I don’t like that thought. Not one fucking bit.
I just watched her throw herself over my mother to protect her.
No hesitation. No second-guessing. She didn’t think about herself for a second.
Fuck.
But she knew what Vick was doing.
She had to.
Right?
Fucking hell. What if she really didn’t know? What if she was telling the truth the whole time?
Bridger stands by the window, his grip tight on his gun, his breath still uneven from the gunfire. “They just drove off. Zero tackled her hard, dragged her kicking and screaming into the car.”
Something in my chest locks up.
Bridger turns, his eyes locking onto mine. “Damian… that didn’t look like someone who was in on it with them.”
I don’t respond. I can’t.
Bridger’s face shifts, his brows pulling together. “Oh fuck.” He takes a step closer. “Damian, you’re bleeding.”
I shake my head, trying to clear it.
“You’re bleeding a lot.”
I look down and press a hand to my side. It comes away slick and red. Bridger curses, but his voice feels far away. My knees weaken. I take a step and the floor rushes up to meet me.