Chapter-60
I glared at Lucien. "You're going to regret this," I hissed, my voice filled with loathing.
"Doubtful," Lucien said with a sneer, his hand tightening around my neck. "But you're going to, for not cooperating."
Blood pounded in my head from lack of oxygen and the room spun, but I knew I had to get out of this somehow. Using what strength I had left, I head-butted him.
At the blow, he stumbled back, cursing, and I used the brief moment of respite to kick the chair from under me, landing hard on the floor.
My legs had gone numb from the tight ropes, but I managed to get to my knees, my eyes scanning the room for anything to use as a weapon.
As I saw a glint of metal in the corner, a knife, I lunged for it, my heart in my throat. But before I could reach it, the door slammed open and Rook burst in, his eyes wide with alarm.
"Marlowe!" he bellowed, drawing a gun.
The two thugs that had brought me here had their weapons drawn, but they weren’t fast enough. Rook fired a shot, and one of them went down, while I took the opportunity to grab the knife and slice through the ropes. Afterward, stumbling to my feet, I called, "Rook..."
You okay?" he asked.
I nodded, my eyes watering. "Get me out of here," I managed to say.
He helped me to my feet, and we made a break for the door, but as we reached the exit, we were blocked by a wall of leather-clad figures, the Sons of Morning Star insignia glinting in the dim light.
"Where you think you're going," Dillon's voice said as he stepped out of the shadows, as peering at Rook he sneered, "Brother, I see you found yourself a little trouble."
Rook's jaw clenched, and pushing me behind him, he raised his gun, pointing it at Dillon. "Back off."
Dillon just smirked. "Or you're going to do what?" he taunted. "Shoot me?"
"I said, back off," Rook growled.
Dillon's eyes narrowed. "Make me," he sneered.
"Last chance mother-fucker," Rook murmured, his voice low and deadly.
Dillon's gaze flickered from me to Rook and back again, and for a brief second, I saw something in his eyes. But then, with a barked order, the Sons of Morning Star members swarmed us, and the room erupted into chaos.
I stumbled out of the fray, my eyes searching for a way out. A hand grabbed my arm, and I whirled around, knife at the ready.
It was one of the Raven's, a look of grim determination on his face. "This way," he shouted.
We ran, dodging fists and bullets, the sound of the battle fading as we reached the back exit.
We sprinted towards the end of the alley, the distant sound of sirens growing louder. We had to get out of here before the cops arrived.
"Marlowe!" Rook yelled from behind us, just as a bullet whizzed by my ear, and I felt a sharp pain in my side.
I stumbled, the knife clattering to the ground. "You're hit!" Rook said, quickly catching up to us.
"It's nothing," I gritted out, trying to stand. "Let's go."
But the world was spinning now, and everything was going dark. "Marlowe?" Rook’s voice was faint and far away. "Stay with me."
I felt him hoist me onto his bike in front of him, and then we were moving.
The pain was intense, a burning sensation that seemed to spread through my entire body. "Hold on," Rook shouted over the engine.
The world was fading fast, and I could feel the warmth of blood seeping through my shirt. "I'm not going to make it," I murmured.
"Don't say that," Rook barked. "You're going to be okay."
But the darkness was closing in, and the last thing I heard was the roar of the bike's engine as we tore through the night.
When I came to sometime later, a voice I hadn't heard in over a year drawled, “About fucking time, princess.”
“Go away,” I groaned, “you’re dead.”
From beside me Torin’s silky laugh enveloped me. “Open your eyes, kitten, and see for yourself. I’m very much alive.”
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