Chapter 41
Mona’s body crumpled to the floor at my feet, the gun sliding from her fingers and clattering across the concrete.
I let out a sob, staring down at the body of the woman who had been seconds away from taking my life.
I should be feeling something. The blood slowly pooled from the hole in Mona’s head and all I can think about is that it looks like red wine being poured from the bottle. I should feel… anything.
Yet all I feel is an unending numbness. Like static buzzing in my fogged brain.
Boston reached me, and I stared up at him in shock, as he shoved the gun in the back of his waistband.
His face pinched with relief and regret. “Fuck, Dempsey.”
He wrapped me in his arms, my face to his chest. The moment I fell into him, I sobbed against him, body heaving with desperate, grateful breaths.
When my breathing slowed, he pulled away from me, searching Mona’s body for something.
Producing a key, he stood, coming back and kneeling in front of me.
He uncuffed my ankles, and then my wrists.
The moment my hands were free, I wrapped my arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder.
I shook with the sheer force of the sobs wracking my body.
“You killed her.” I repeated the words until they sound like a song stuck in my head to drown out the static buzz.
Boston’s arms tightened around me. “And I’d do it a million times over if that’s what it takes to keep you alive.”