Page 110 of Havoc

At that, her stare fixes on mine. The force of the earth hits me in the center of my chest as she looks into my eyes.

I inch closer to her. “You did the right thing. He isn’t going to hurt you anymore.”

“You’re here.”

Her eyes widen like she’s seeing me for the first time. Her lips part with a sharp breath, and I reach for her again.

This time, she flies into my arms. Her body melts against mine, and I do my best to stay between her and the door in case anyone barrels in here. The battle between clubs still rages through the clubhouse. Through the desert.

But I don’t let Aimee go as a sob rips out of her, and she cries like she’s shedding everything her body has been holding back for years.

Her tears soak through my shirt, and her blood-stained body is sticky against me. But I don’t care. I keep her tight to my chest and let her hand me everything she’s feeling. I accept her tears and listen to her cries.

She melts in my arms. Her hard shell slipping away.

I vaguely hear Steel enter the room, talking to Soul. Chains rattle, and I look long enough to see them removing Aimee’s father. He’s still unconscious as they lift him from the room. Apart from the occasional gunshot, the clubhouse is now just a series of voices.

This far out, no one would have heard any of it, even the explosions. And since Aimee took down their emergency alarms before we entered, they couldn’t call to warn anyone.

Titan is dead. His club destroyed.

All that’s left to do is watch it burn and make sure nothing traces back to us.

By the time Aimee stops crying, Soul comes back into the room. He doesn’t say anything, but his gaze pauses on Aimee in my arms, and the pain in his eyes is evident.

When he looks at me, he nods, as if to say we did it.

She’s safe.

And it’s time to go.

Soul walks out, and I brush the side of Aimee’s head. “We need to go, firecracker.”

She pulls back and looks up at me. Blood is in her hair, on her face, on her clothes.

“We can’t be caught here.”

Her gaze drifts to Titan a final time, but she doesn’t say anything as she stands. When she looks at the chains, I answer before she can ask.

“Steel has your dad. Patch will take care of him.”

A frown forms on her face. “This was all his fault.”

“What do you mean?”

She shakes her head. “I’ll tell you about it later. Let’s just get out of here.”

Her gaze drops to the floor at that, and I realize she doesn’t want to look around. I can’t imagine the memories this place holds. Every step has me wishing Titan were alive so I could make him suffer a littlelonger.

When we pass through the clubhouse, bodies are strewn about. Anyone killed outside is being carried in to consolidate the mess. Twisted Kings swarm through as they prepare for cleanup, but when they see Aimee, they pause.

No one says anything, but they must have already heard she’s the one who killed Titan because she’s met with respect as they clear a path and let her through.

When we’re finally outside and all the Twisted Kings have cleared out, Steel stops beside us.

“Ready?”

I nod.