One too Many

Chapter 23

Cale

Cole, Asher, Dominic, and Dad all raise to their feet, whipping their guns out faster than lightning.

I don't know what my brothers can do with the glass wall in place, but they stand in front of us as they point their weapons at the door that has been bombed.

The only damage done to the door was a dent, but I don't think the people outside will stop at that.

Not even seconds later, we hear another loud 'BANG', Smoke fills the room and the door almost fully caves in.

"Dad! Move to the side!!" Yells Dominic motioning for him to move to side where it's mainly wall.

Ian's hold on Samara tightens as he hugs her to his chest, trying to shield her body with his.

I move my body as much as I can so I am sitting in front of them both. I will never let anything happen to her. I will die before anyone or anything can lay their hands on her.

My Malyshka is very pallid. Even with all the bombing noises she hasn't moved an inch, not even a twitch.

Ian is soaked with her blood. How can someone even bleed that much from their mouth and nose?

It scares the ever living shit out of me to see her in this condition. She was just smiling, laughing, and scolding us, and now she is very still it scares me.

I was petrified when she collapsed in Ian's embrace. She was shaking violently and gasping for air. And I couldn't do anything.

I sat next to Ian trying to offer her as much comfort as I can, just like each of my brothers was; but I'm not sure if we succeed.

I trace her soft cheek and kiss her freezing forehead gently. I remove my leather jacket with a grunt and drape it over her to keep her a little warm, all while trying to push my fears and tears to the back of my head.

"Cale, move back. You'r injured. You will reopen your wounds if you keep moving." Tells me Ian, his eyes never leaving Samara. His hand replaced Dom's on her wrist.

"How is she?" I ignore his comment about me and nod towards her, too afraid to touch her anywhere else incase I hurt her even more.

"She is getting weaker," He whispers placing a lingering kiss on her forehead. "She is so cold. Her breathing is getting weaker. Her pulse is slowing. The blood is not stopping. The shaking in her body has slowed a little bit, but her left hand is still as bad."

His eyes are glistening with unshed tears, as he holds her to him as gently and as firmly as he can. All the mess we are in forgotten, the bombing and the fact that we can be killed any second.

She affects all of us so fucking much and I don't understand how we lived before her. Without her.

"And now we don't know who is on the other side trying to end us." He says looking at the door in fury. "I don't think I can live without her anymore, Cale. I hated women so much, but I think I want her just as much."

I nod at him, not trusting my voice not break when I confess the same thing. Even though he knows. We all know that she is our new purpose in life.

As well as I know that we will be hunting the fuckers that caused this. They won't live another day without feeling ten times the pain I witnessed her feeling. I swear on my life.

"Did you hear her?" I ask instead, "she was murmuring to herself 'I need to do it, if not for me for Cale.' She wanted to save me before saving herself." I say voice thick with emotions.