A fractured fairytale

Bonus Chapter

Logan's POV:

"Rose!"

Matt's voice cracked as he called out for her. I tuned him out for the moment, focusing on the man in front of me. Before I'd pulled out my gun, he'd had an air of confidence that comes from too much alcohol. An arrogance about him that showed me instantly he craved power over people, he liked instilling fear into people, wanted to be above them. he got off on the power than came from hurting his own family.

I was going to fucking kill him.

"Check him," I ordered my guys, all of whom were armed and surrounding him. They patted him down, not finding any weapons on him, and then, they were on him, pinning him to the wall across the room. I enjoyed watching the arrogance bleed out of him when I'd pulled my gun out. He wasn't the one in control of the situation anymore and immediately, he'd reverted to a sad, drunken deadbeat. A small, worthless man in a big world.

Once my guys had properly restrained Rose's prick of a father, I risked turning my back to him to check on my son. I caught sight of the tears in his eyes as he dropped to the ground beside Rose, his whole body trembling. It felt like a punch to the gut.

When we'd burst in, it was an eruption of noise. Screaming, crying, yelling. The bang of the door as we burst in, the thundering of our footsteps on the floor, the click of my gun, which always managed to slice through noise, despite how quiet the sound was. But now, everything had fallen quiet. Too quiet.

Rose was too quiet. Too still. She'd hit her head, or been hit in the head, I wasn't sure. But there was blood. And her clothes were stained with blood, too. And my son's hands and he reached for her. It made me sick. The image of him as a newborn, all bloody and gross before the doctors cleaned him up, popped into my head. That was the last time I ever wanted to see one of my kids with blood on them.

He cradled one of her hands in his, a sob wracking through him that bounced around the room and sliced right through my chest. I fucking hated seeing him so upset. For a second, I just stared at him, with her, begging her to wake up so Matty would be okay. And then, I snapped back to reality.

Her chest was moving, rising and falling ever so slightly, but not enough, not fast enough. But it was moving. She was breathing. I held onto that. "Matt," I called, stepping towards him and placing a hand on his shoulder. I squeezed it gently and he looked up at me through his tears, heartbreak, fear and guilt etched into his expression. "She needs to go to hospital," I told him. "Call an ambulance."

He nodded, choking on his own sob and he searched his pockets for his phone. His hands shook and his breathing was ragged, the panic consuming him. I crouched beside him, grabbing onto his shoulders to hold him steady. "She'll be alright, she just needs a doctor," I told him. "She's breathing. She'll be okay. We got here in time, okay?"

He nodded and inhaled shakily, managing to compose himself enough to make the call. He knew her better than I did, knew the details, the address, the names of her family. So while he called for help, I surveyed the scene. Smashed glass littered the floor, crunching under my shoes as I approached Rose's mother.

She was crumpled on the floor, head in her hands, tears and blood smearing her face. She didn't take her eyes off her daughter, not even when I stepped in front of her. It was like she was looking right through me. She was shaking. Her clothes were torn and a deep gash sliced across her cheek, definitely a knife wound. Her arm was bent at a funny angle and she was covered in bruises, some old and faded, some fresh.

"You're okay," I told her, trying to keep my voice soft. I knew if Mia was here, she'd roll her eyes at me and get on at me for being intimidating and unapproachable. Apparently, I frown too much. So, I tried to smile, not in a happy way, but in a way that made her feel like she could trust me. I wasn't sure it worked, since she couldn't even look at me, but I kept going anyway. "You're safe now. Everything is going to be okay."