I'd Kill You First: when bad meets bad

Chap. 52

THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST INTENSE AND HEARTBREAKING CHAPTERS I HAVE WRITTEN, IT WAS SO HARD.

SO PLEASE, VOTE AND ESPECIALLY COMMENT ABOUT THIS CHAPTER.

SODA:

It had been a solid thirty-six hours, and I had just made either the most stupid or the most selfless decision of my life.

Keenon had been out the whole time, making me worry that I had hit him harder than I meant to. I had not slept in four days. I had not stopped moving. Four cars, two planes, two million dollars, and one boat later, I had carried out my decision.

I was in Paris.

More specifically, Keenon was in Paris.

And so was his family.

It took a lot of manpower, a lot of money, and a lot of persuasion, but I did it.

I stole two and a half million dollars from Boss. And yes, I had metaphorically just signed my own death sentence.

But it would be worth it.

So I sat there by Keenon's bed, writing the last page of my heart, watching his bare, sculpted chest rise and fall as he took in precious breaths of air. Those breaths that he would not be taking had he stayed in that alley. Those breaths he would not be taking if I hadn't gotten there in time. But it was those breaths that hurt me the most. When he awoke, his life would be turned upside down, and it was my fault. I dragged him into this the day I met him. I put him in danger the very second I smiled at him.

He was dead the very second I loved him.

And I would never be more sorry for anything in my life than I was for loving him.

But I corrected my mistake. I righted the wrong. As much as this hurt, it was for him. It wasn't about me. Not anymore.

Running my fingers lightly over the bandages on his face and chest, I stood and leaned over magnificent body. Taking in every detail of this moment, I kept my eyes open as I let my lips touch his. I kissed him soft and slow, memorizing the moment because for once in my life, I never ever wanted to forget a man. This man.

Ending my last kiss with Keenon, I felt my chest heave with a pain that was becoming all too normal for me and stepped away, forcing myself to smile at his living, breathing face.

He was going to be okay now.

It was the least I could do.

I set the envelope on the table in the corner and left the room, turning off the light before descending a flight of stares, emerging into a large kitchen area where a group of about ten people sat with anxious faces.

Upon seeing me, the woman I now knew as Keenon's mom, Teresa, rushed over to me. "Is he okay? Was it bad? Is he sleeping? Does he need anything?"

I offered her a small smile and patted her shoulder, loving the way she cared for her son. "He's going to be fine," I assured her. "I fixed him up and he's sleeping safely. You'll all be safe here."

"Thank you so much," she said earnestly, pulling me into a hug that I forced myself to return.

She released me and continued to ask question after question, which I answered calmly for the entire Baden family.

Marvin the bounty hunter had already entered the Baden household to threaten the family, so I didn't have to persuade them at all to leave with me when I came for them. They knew they were in danger, and when they realized I was a friend, they reluctantly agreed to let me help them.