Chapter 37
Mia
I groan, trying to blink my eyes open.
Fuck, my head hurts.
It takes me a moment to orient myself, and when I do, I gasp, sitting up much too fast. My head spins, and I realize that I’m still in the limo, and it’s completely tipped upside down.
Killian is nowhere in sight, and a feeling of panic claws at my insides.
“Killian!” I shout, but my voice comes out hoarse and raspy.
I start to crawl towards the window that’s smashed open, but I stop when I remember the gun. I have no idea what’s going on outside of the limo, and I need to be prepared.
I see my purse on the floor, its contents scattered everywhere. I spot the gun, and I grab it before I begin to crawl back out again.
My heart is pounding wildly in my chest, and my head is literally pulsating in my temples. Every single inch that I move hurts my body, but I don’t care. I need to make sure that Killian is okay.
I can’t even begin to wrap my head around the fact that Angelo somehow got to us; to our driver. I don’t have time to worry about it right now, though. The only thing that I care about is making sure that Killian is okay, and the fact that he’s not in the limo tells me that he might be in trouble.
I crawl over the shattered glass, wincing as the shards cut into my skin. I force myself to keep going, and I push myself through the open window.
It’s dark and cold, and I can see my breath in front of my face. I push myself to my feet, my legs shaky, and I hold onto the tipped limo for support. I can hear fighting, but I don’t see anyone around me.
I stumble around the limo, trying to figure out where the hell we are. I don’t know what caused us to crash, or if the crash was on purpose, but we’re on a bridge. And when I make my way around the limo, I gasp when I see Killian and Angelo fighting.
Angelo punches Killian, gripping him by the collar, and I’m terrified that Killian is going to plummet into the lake below us.
The gun is all ready to go, and I don’t hesitate when I start walking towards them, my legs shaking with every single step that I take.
I notice one of Angelo’s men on the ground, and I think that he’s dead, but I avert my gaze away from him.
Nothing else matters right now except helping Killian. I can’t worry about anyone else. It’s not my problem. I need to save Killian.
“Let him go!” I shout at Angelo, raising the gun so it’s aimed at him.
Angelo doesn’t let go of Killian, but I clearly caught him by surprise. He turns to face me, a maniacal grin on his lips.
When I get closer and take in Killian’s face, I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. He’s hurt. He already has a massive egg on the side of his head, and I wonder if that was from the accident. His nose is bloody, and there’s so much blood everywhere.
“Mia,” Killian says, his voice raspy. “Stay back, Kitten.”
I shake my head adamantly, refusing to put my gun down.
“Let him go, Angelo,” I threaten. “I’ll shoot you.”
“We can end this right now,” Angelo says. He nods up ahead, and when I follow his gaze I realize his car at the end of the bridge. “I’ll let him go if you come with me.”
“Okay,” I reply. I’m not going with him. I’m going to shoot him if he comes any closer to me, but he doesn’t know that.
“Mia, don’t you dare,” Killian warns. His voice is filled with terror, and a look of anguish flickers across his face as he stares at me.
“If you let Killian go, I’ll come with you,” I tell Angelo.
Angelo nods in agreement.
“Put the gun down,” he says to me now.
“Let him go first,” I reply, and Angelo chuckles darkly.
“Look at you,” he says. “I’d be proud if you weren’t turning against me. Who fucking owns you, Mia?”
“Mia, don’t!” Killian shouts, and Angelo backhands him, hard.
“Don’t fucking touch him!” I shout again, my gun still pointed at Angelo.
I’m terrified that he’s not going to let Killian go, and I won’t be able to take my shot. I’m so shaky right now, and there’s a chance that I could miss Angelo, and shoot Killian.
Fuck, I can’t risk that.
Angelo shoves Killian off of him, and he stumbles to the ground. The urge to rush over to him, to help him, to make sure that he’s okay is consuming me, but I know that I can’t. Not while Angelo is still alive.
“Happy?” he asks me. “Now put the fucking gun down, Mia. You’re coming with me, back where you belong.”
When I make no move to put the gun away, Angelo chuckles.
A feeling of deep rage flares inside of my chest.
Even now, when I’m pointing a fucking gun at him, he’s mocking me. Taunting me.
He doesn’t think I’ll do it, I realize. He doesn’t think I have it in me to shoot him.
He begins to walk towards me, a patronizing smile on his lips.
“Stop playing games, Mia-"
I don’t hesitate.
Fuck him.
I take my shot, shooting him directly in the chest.
He’s shocked; I can tell by the look on his face.
My hands are shaking violently and I can’t hear anything except for the ringing in my ears. But I force myself to cock the gun again, and I walk towards Angelo.
When I’m just close enough that I’m sure my shot will kill him, if he’s not already dead, I look away, pulling the trigger.
I vaguely hear Killian calling my name, and I when I look up he’s practically crawling to me, trying to get to me.
I drop the gun, rushing towards him.
“Mia,” he murmurs as I wrap my arms around his neck, and I fall to the ground as we hold each other.
I see headlights moments later, and then someone is prying me away from Killian.
I start to panic, but I stop when I realize that it’s Mason King, and he’s trying to help me.
“Don’t make me leave him,” I sob, and he shakes his head.
“I’m not, sweetheart,” he says gently. “You’re both coming with me. You need a doctor.”
Mason helps me to the car, while Maddox helps Killian. I can hear the guys talking, and Mason says something about Asher and the rest of the crew ‘taking care of it’, but I’m too far gone to really pay attention.
I’m ushered into an SUV, and I don’t let myself relax until I know that Killian is okay. Maddox helps him into the seat next to me, and I take his hand in mine.
“Mia,” he whispers. “I love you, Kitten.”
He pulls me towards him, kissing the side of my head.
“I love you, too,” I manage to get out, before my exhaustion completely takes over.
Once I know that Killian’s safe, I can’t hold on any longer. My body and my mind are completely spent, and I let the darkness pull me under, grateful for its reprieve.