Page 20 of Oblivion
“Darling.” she chuckled and started lifting the upper part of her scrubs. A tattoo I'd seen on so many other members of Sons of Hades stared back at me, right there on her lower abdomen. “We take care of each other. Now, go!”
She pushed me away from her and toward the exit stairs next to the elevators, and I didn’t think twice. I wanted to ask her questions. I wanted to know why she had it. Storm once told me that only Old Ladies got that tattoo, but I have never seen her in the Club. I had no idea who she was.
I hoped that the guys and Storm had managed to get out of here safely, but that look on Storm’s face, that final realization… fuck.
But it was better this way. It was better for him, better for me, better for everyone involved. I would just be holding him back, constantly reminding him of my father and what he did to him. If our paths crossed sometime in the future, I hoped he would be over me by then.
I ran down the stairs as fast as I could, thankful that they didn’t really manage to get any real punches in during the altercation. My phone started vibrating in my hand. When I saw Cillian’s name flashing brightly at me, through the broken cracks on my phone, a sense of relief washed over me.
I pressed the green button to answer and lifted the phone to my ear. “Hell—”
“For someone that is constantly on her phone, Ophelia, you are fucking terrible at answering it.”
“Oh, fuck off.” I laughed. “What was I supposed to do? Tell these soldiers to wait until I’m finished with my phone call?”
“You just dropped the call earlier, and I had no idea if you were alive or well!” he shouted.
“Hi, Cillian. I’m alive, slightly choked, but well. How are you?”
“Furious! I am so fucking furious at you.” He was breathing heavily and I could already imagine him pacing from side to side while talking to me. “Where are you?” he asked.
“Running down the stairs from the hospital. Storm and the others—”
“They made it out,” he finished before me. “I saw them leaving the hospital, and I must say, Storm didn’t seem to be very happy.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I knew he wouldn’t be happy about the way we left things, but he was the one who told me to get lost before he got injured. I was just following his wishes.
“Ophe—”
“He will get over it,” I cut him off. “I need a transfer from here, Kill. I can’t use my bike.” And that pissed me off even more. I'd bought that bike from Atlas, loved it with all my heart, and now I had to leave it behind.
“I’m waiting for you downstairs,” he murmured.
I stopped immediately, gripping the handrail. “You’re what?”
“Did you really think I would leave you all alone?” He chuckled. “Not a chance. Just get your ass downstairs and we can get out of here.”
As soon as he said that, I could hear the doors opening from where I came, and I knew it wasn’t one of the staff coming this way.
“Yeah, just give me a couple of minutes,” I murmured and cut the call, stuffing the phone in my back pocket.
I had no weapons on me, nothing to defend myself against them, and they definitely didn’t come with rubber toys either. So I did what I always did best—I ran.
Heavy footsteps chased me down the stairs, but I was smaller, faster. Even though I could feel him advancing on me, I still had a chance to get out of here alive.
“You better stop running, Ekaterina!” God, I hated that fucking name. I loathed what it represented, the fact that it was always used by my father when he wanted to control me, when he wanted me to be his good little girl. And every single time, I went to him, like a good soldier, incapable of thinking for myself.
“Or what?” I bellowed, looking ahead of me, not once breaking my pace.
“This could’ve gone much easier. You don’t want us to find your little friends and torture them.” Did they really think they could scare me with these tactics? “That redheaded friend of yours, what was her name?”
I stopped.How did they know about Zoe?
“Ah, so that got your attention?”
“Stay away from her!”
“We will,” he said, his footsteps slowing down. “If you surrender. None of them need to get hurt if you do what we say.”
