Donovan

25. Saved by the brothers

     I heard the pounding against the concrete as Donovan ran towards me. When I turned to my left, I gasped when I saw the bullet hole in Marco Del Reyes' forehead. His eyes were open and his hair drenched in blood as it trailed out of the wound. I think I'm going to throw up.

    My body was suddenly pulled upwards and I was in the arms of Donovan. I couldn't believe it. My hands reached for him, touched his arms and then caressed his face as tears filled my eyes again. My lips came crashing down onto his and fear melted off of us. We were together. We were two souls simply combined into one. His hands rested on my back as he pulled me closer to him. As I then slowly pulled away, his forehead came resting against mine.

     "It's over," he whispered. I cried in his arms as Vincent and Pierce came running towards us too. I instantly wrapped my arms around them each separately.

     "Thank you for saving me," I whispered to them.

       "Thank you for saving us," Vincent replied. And my heart cried for them.

     "So Marco's dead," I muttered as I looked away from his body.

     "We can't return home, can we?" Pierce asked. We all walked towards their car side by side as we left the past behind.

     "We are returning." We all stopped and looked to Vincent.

     "Everyone's after us," Donovan said as his arm was wrapped around my waist. I winced at his bruised cheekbone and without thinking, my hand went up to his face. He smiled shyly at me before he tightened his grip on my waist.
They must have kicked him hard because Donovan was limping a little.

"Our house in hidden. No one will look for us there and no one knows about Emery. She can be the one getting the groceries and if we do get out, we can just disguise ourselves," Vincent suggested.

"Oh yeah. Because it's not easy to spot criminals who are on the run and wanted all across America," Pierce teased. Everyone rolled their eyes at him.

"How are we suppose to get to the airport without getting caught?" I suddenly questioned. We all got into the car as Vincent was the one to drive with Pierce in the passenger. Donovan and I sat in the back where I was resting against his chest but when he hissed out in pain, I sat up, not wanting to hurt him. He instantly pulled me back to him as his reached for my arm to put around his waist. I smiled against his chest.

"We have a jet that lands in Seattle but we're going to have to find a spot to land where it's far from the city. I'll contact someone," Pierce informed me as he began typing on his laptop that was sitting in front of him.

"You're hurt," I observed. We spoke quietly as music played form the radio. Pierce and Vincent were talking on their own.

"Not as bad as you think," he muttered to me. I sighed into his arm.

"No more running away but now we're hiding from the world," I whispered. Just as I spoke the words, he stilled and then sighed deeply.

"Now I know that I can't let you go again. But if you ever want to start new and stop hiding-"

"Donovan Saint. Don't even finish that sentence," I warned him. He smiled sadly beside me and wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm sorry. I just don't want to see regret in your eyes one day if this never ends. The hiding," he whispered lowly. I frowned.

"That will never happen. My heart is with you and you own it fully and if we were to ever part.. Well, I wouldn't know how to function without you," I confessed. He brought his lips down and kissed my forehead before leaning back.

"You're my life," he whispered.

"And you're mine," I breathed.