Page 80 of Save Me

He let out a frustrated noise and began pacing. “What do you think will happen if X finds you? What do you think he’ll do to them?”

“He won't find me,” I insisted.

“With how reckless you’ve been, I wouldn’t be so sure.” He stopped pacing and put his hands on his hips.

“He won't,” I repeated.

“I hope you’re right,” he said. He nodded his head once. “Go.”

I backed away slowly; the training he’d given me wouldn’t let me give him my back. Once I stepped out on my porch, I saw the guys waiting for me there out of the corner of my eye.

“Goodbye, Logan,” I said and walked away.

No one spoke until we were all inside the guys’ house.

“I’m probably a minute from breaking down,” I told them.

“Give me the gun first,” Knox said, holding out his hand.

I nodded. I released the clip and placed that into his hand. Then I pulled back the slide and dumped the live round that was in the chamber into my hand. The slide snapped back into place with a loud click. I caught their impressed looks as I handed over the gun and bullet.

“Where are you going to put it?” I asked Knox.

“In my safe with mine.”

My brows lifted. “You have a gun?”

“Why do you sound so surprised?” he asked.

“Because of how you acted when you found out I had one,” I said.

“How many guns do you have?” Creed asked.

“I’d say a lot,” Colt said. “You saw how big that gun safe was in her panic room.”

“I do own a lot of guns,” I said. “Most are hidden in different areas of my house. I keep one in my car. The rest are in the safe.”

Creed cursed.

“They make me feel safe,” I said a little defensively.

Creed held his hands up. “Have as many guns as you want, Shi. You clearly know how to use them.”

I sighed as my thoughts returned to Logan. “That was rough.”

Keelan wrapped an arm across my chest and rested his chin on the top of my head. “Ice cream or popcorn?”

I smiled a little. “Both.”

He kissed the top of my head. “I’ll go get that while you pick a movie.”

Knox disappeared down the hall toward his bedroom as Keelan headed for the kitchen.

Colt grabbed my hand and pulled me against him. “Comedy or superhero movie?”

“Definitely superhero,” I answered.

“DC or Marvel?” Creed asked as he picked up the remote to the TV off the coffee table.