Page 111 of Loyal
“Put the gun down now, sir,” one of the cops says.
“Dude, you’re bleeding,” Happy says as he comes to a stop next to Loyal.
“Where the hell did he come from?” I mutter.
“The shadows,” Dex says, unhelpfully.
“Want me to put my finger in it?” Happy asks, making me groan.
“Say no, Loyal,” I plead, even though he can’t hear me.
“Sure,” my dumbass of a boyfriend says.
He hisses when Happy does it, making me slap my forehead.
“That’s so unsanitary it’s not even funny,” I mutter.
“It’s a graze. You’ll make it,” Happy tells him.
While I’m relieved, I’m also annoyed that he likely gave him an infection by touching it.
“You know w-what? I don’t care what you have to say. You’re all going to die. I have explosives on the plane, and I’m going to take all of you out!” Billy says.
“He’s lying,” I say before he can even finish his sentence.
“How do you know?” Savage asks from his perch.
“The way his voice trembled slightly in the beginning. It’s his tell.”
“On it,” Dex says before Savage can even issue an order.
“Fuck this, I’m out,” one of his goons says as he drops his gun and steps away from Billy’s side.
He takes two steps, and Billy shoots him. Billy’s eyes go wide and he pales as he watches the guy fall to the ground. The next thing I know is Billy is being tackled to the ground. Farrah falls forward, landing on her hands and knees. I watch as my baby girl scrambles toward Loyal. He jerks away from Happy and meets her halfway, pulling her into his arms. He doesn’t stop, though, as he rushes her back toward cover as he comforts her.
“Guns down!” some cops yell, and true to their word, the brothers do once the guns are no longer trained on them. They set them down and hold their hands up in surrender, ready for whatever comes next.
“Go,” Savage says quietly.
Not needing to be told twice, I run. Right toward my future and what’s mine.
I hiss when the cop moves my hands behind my back.
“Sorry,” he mutters and I know he means it because he’s one of ours.
My brain is fuzzy, though, and I can’t remember his name for the life of me. Too bad I didn’t look at his name tag before he stepped behind me.
“Do what you got to do,” I tell him.
My chest hurts like a bitch from the gunshot I took to the vest. My arm stings from the graze. All wounds I will happily take in order to have Farrah here and safe.
“Loyal!” Sami screams out as I start to have cuffs placed on my wrists.
“Don’t arrest him, he did nothing wrong,” Farrah demands.
“I’m sorry, it’s protocol,” the officer tells her.
I look over at her. “It’s going to be okay.”
