I turn to her, trying to find the words. “Pretty…”
She lowers the Glock, her voice soft but full of certainty. “You’re mine, Daniel. And I’m not letting anyone hurt you again. Especially not this piece of shit.”
I don’t know what to say. All I can do is kneel there, in awe of her strength.
And for the first time in days, I feel like I can finally breathe again.
Because I finally know that all of this is over. All of it.
Because the other times, I’ve been worried sick about our future. These times, in the back of my mind, I knew this wouldn’t be the end. But right now, right here?
I know she just put an end to all of the fucking drama that’s been happening.
She’s my Savior.Myfucking savior, all mine.
All this drama started when I’ve met her, and yet, she’s the one to end it. I always felt the need to protect her, to care for her—
But deep down, I’ve always known she’s a much stronger woman than I expected her to be.
“Mia principessa… You—how did you manage to shoot him? You had no practice, I—”
She shrugs. “I mean, I’ve seen you do it, and… I knowwhereto shoot. I mean, I studied all this.”
Her fingers are trembling, but she’s acting tough. She’s always done this.
Acting like it doesn’t affect her, when we both know it does. It brings back all the memories of the day we met.
And now that she’s the one who to shoot, I can’t even imagine how she must feel. I don’t know if she felt like she had to do it, if she felt forced to help me, but what I do know is that I’ll forever be grateful for her.
My body finally allows itself to relax, a loud sigh the only thing I can let go of right now. “Pretty, I’m so fucking glad you’re a nurse.”
She smiles at me before she slowly walks toward me, getting on her knees right next to me.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
I just grin at the nickname. Anytime she treats me this gently, I feel the sudden urge to make her mine.Allmine.
And trust me, I definitely will. Soon.
“Areyouokay, my pretty girl?”
She nods. “I think so.”
“You just killed somebody for me, baby.”
Before I can continue, she scoffs. “I’d feel guilty if it wasn’t for this asshole. I never liked him.”
I smile. “You’re right, pretty. No time to feel guilty. Not when it comes to him.” I let out a sigh when I take her hand into mine. “Let’s go talk to Hayden, alright?”
Jennifer nods instantly, her grip on my hand tightening gently.
I slowly get on my knees with her help, but when I walk towards the door, she lets go of my hand and kneels down next to Julian.
“Something wrong?” I ask.
She shakes her head, her fingers slowly reaching up towards his neck. “Just feeling his pulse to make sure he’s really dead.”
Her fingers change positions several times, but then finally, she grins before she gets up. “I really killedsomebody for you, you know?” She keeps the gun in her hand before she steps right over his lifeless body, walking right toward me.