Chapter 38
Killian
“I’m okay, baby,” I tell Mia for the millionth time. I hate seeing her so worried like this. She’s already been through enough; the last thing she needs to worry about is me.
It’s Sunday morning, and the past forty-eight hours have felt like a fever dream.
Angelo’s dead. Mia wasn’t fucking around; she pulled that trigger without hesitation on Friday night, and then she pulled it again, just to make sure.
I’ve never been prouder of my girl, or more turned on, despite the fact that I was barely hanging on myself.
We’re both fine, though. I had a concussion, according to the doctor that works for the firm. I’ll be fine. I have an egg on the side of my head; when the car flipped, I smashed it on the window so hard that it caused me to temporarily black out.
When I came to, I was being pulled from the vehicle by Angelo, who then proceeded to start fighting me.
I’ve never been so groggy and out of it like that before, and then had to fight on top of it. I had no choice, though. I was terrified that if Angelo took his focus off of me, he’d go for Mia. And I’d much rather have him beat the shit out of me than touch her.
I thought I was dreaming when I saw Mia coming towards us on that bridge, her gun raised. She was like an Angel that came down to save me.
My angel.
She had some glass in her skin that needed to be removed, and a few cuts from crawling through the shards, but other than that, she was relatively unharmed.
I know that we both got extremely lucky. That crash could’ve injured us much worse, and I’m grateful that we’re both okay.
And Angelo’s really fucking gone.
I push myself out of the bed, ignoring Mia’s frown.
“You should be resting,” she starts, and I chuckle as I start heading down the hall.
“Killian!” she exclaims, following me.
“I’m starving,” I tell her, and I see her shake her head.
“I’ll make you something,” she snaps. “Get back to bed, now.”
I chuckle again, turning to face her.
“Fuck, I love you,” I murmur, pulling her towards me. I wrap my arms around her waist, kissing her forehead.
“I love you, too,” she whispers, looking up at me. “So much.”
I take her face in my hands. “Stop worrying, Kitten. I promise, I’m okay.”
“I know,” she says with a sigh as she rests her head against my chest. “I know I’ve been overbearing for the past twenty-four hours. You have no idea how scared I was that I was going to lose you, Killian.”
My gaze softens as I look down at her.
I lean down, gently kissing her lips. When I pull back, her eyes are filled with unshed tears.
“Don’t cry, pretty girl,” I say soothingly. “We’re both okay. And he’s gone. We’re going to be okay.”
She nods, crying softly into my chest while I rub her back.
It does feel surreal that Angelo is gone.
What I found out from Asher is that one of the guys at the hotel turned on us. Angelo got to Zac before the party and threatened him, so Zac filled him on what our plan was and helped him get rid of our limo driver, swapping him for his own.
Angelo’s guy died in the crash, which Angelo caused. I have no idea why he did that, because I don’t think his driver knew that it was coming.
And Mia killed Angelo. I don’t know if it was the first shot that did him in, or the second. Either way, he’s dead and gone.
Asher drove the limo off the bridge, after putting Angelo’s guy and Angelo inside of it.
He’s friendly with the police anyway, and Angelo has a record that’s a mile long.
No one is worried about what actually happened to him, but it looks like he was drinking and driving with his friend, and they drove right off the bridge, drowning.
That’s the story that the police ran with, anyway.
Mia looks up at me now, a contemplative look on her face.
“We should stay home,” she says. “You’re not ready-"
“Mia, I’ll be fine,” I reassure her.
“It’s too soon,” she says, her pretty blue eyes filled with concern. “I want to make sure-"
I cut her off, kissing her. Her words die in her throat as she kisses me back eagerly, and I can’t help but grin at how responsive she is towards me, even now, when we’re both recovering.
When I pull back, I just look at her in awe.
“What?” she asks, a pretty pink blush creeping across her cheeks.
I touch her face gently.
“I love you,” I tell her. “You’re fucking amazing. And we’re going to Asher’s today for Bianca’s birthday. I don’t want to hear anything else about not going.”
It’s my first time really being dominant with her since everything went down Friday, and she looks at me with wide eyes, then she giggles.
“Yes, sir,” she says, and I slap her ass playfully.
“Come on,” I tell her. “Let’s eat something, and then we’ll go.”
She nods in agreement as we make our way out to the kitchen.
Maddox went back home, but we plan on seeing him on Christmas Day.
Reign and Maddox both cut my father off after learning about the lies he spewed about Jeremy’s rehab, and Reign’s hosting Christmas Day at his house. My parent’s aren’t invited.
Christmas Eve we’re going to spend with Hayden, Ash, and the rest of the guys from the firm.
And today we’re going to Asher’s, because Mason is having a small gathering for Bianca’s birthday. I know how much Bianca means to Mia, and even if I felt like shit I would still force myself to go.
But I meant it when I told her that I was okay. I’m sore and tired, but I’m fine. Besides, it’ll be nice to be surrounded by our friends. I think we both need that.
“Sit down,” Mia commands, and I quirk my eyebrows up at her.
“You’re at least letting me make you food,” she says. “Even if it is cereal.”
I grin at her, and she giggles again.
Despite how fucked things have been, I feel lighter than I have in a long time.
And I know that with Mia by my side, I can get through anything. The past few days really showed me that.
We can get through anything.
The two of us. Together.
Mia Cavallo is my world, and as long as she’s safe and happy, then I’m good.
Nothing else matters, honestly.