holding his shoulder. He turns and fires three shots at Alex and he drops to the ground.
“No! Fuck,” I cry out.
As Damon turns to me, his evil dark eyes lock onto mine. “A man for a man. You killed Casper and I killed Alex,” he growls.
“Fuck you,” I roar.
He lifts his gun and as a shot rings out I close my eyes. The pain I’m expecting doesn’t come as I hear a body drop to the floor. I snap my eyes open and see Damon dead in front of me. I look around as I push off the wall.
“You’re welcome,” Zane says, appearing in front of me.
“Fuck, Z,” I say, grabbing him and wrapping my arm around him.
I have no words as I try to fucking wrap my pounding head around what the hell just happened. As I do I push off Zane. “Fuck, Alex,” I cry out.
I stumble toward his body and fall to my knees, pulling him onto my chest. I let out the same sound Damon did when Rachel was shot. My brother, my family. He died so Ivy and I could be together. I roughly wipe the tears that are forcing their way out.
“Come on,” Zane says, grabbing my arm. “Finn’s on the way with the van, we’ll get Alex out of here.”
I look up at him as I hold onto Alex. “He’s dead.”
He clears his throat and presses the heels of his hands against his eyes. He clears his throat again and I realize he’s trying to hold back his tears too. “I know, brother. That son of a bitch told me he was coming to make sure you got out alive. I told him to wait, but he beat me by a few minutes. We’re gonna send him off right. Shattered Souls style.”
I look around at all the death around me and I close my eyes. The war is over, but the wounds run deep.
Chapter 15
Ivy
Harper is holding my hand as we wait for the doctor to bring in an ultrasound machine. I can’t stop crying knowing Kace is being tortured.
“Sweetie, Zane isn’t going to let anything happen to Kace. I’m sure they are burying bodies as we speak,” Harper says.
I choke back a sob as I look up at her. “That doesn’t make me feel better.”
She sighs as she sits on my bed. “Let’s focus on the baby.”
They’ve cleaned my head where I was hit with Damon’s gun. I got a ct scan and there is nothing broken and no internal bleeding. My wrists and ankles were cleaned and bandaged. Thankfully they are only flesh wounds and should heal quickly. Damon pulled out a blowtorch and when he came at me with it I again threw up and he laughed as he touched the flame to my arm. The pain was unbearable, and I passed out. The doctor said it is a third degree burn. They cleaned and debrided the area. The doctor said I was lucky it was such a small area. I will be able to just clean it and apply the cream they are prescribing. I think passing out saved me because he wanted me awake to feel the pain.
“Hey, stop going there. You’re safe now and your injuries will heal,” Harper says.
I wipe my tears and close my eyes. “I was never so scared in my entire life. The three of them stayed in the room talking, smoking, and drinking. They were talking about how they were going to kill me slowly and painfully.”
“Fuck, Ivy,” Harper says, interrupting me. The doctor walks in and Harper’s sad eyes drift to him. “Finally, Christ. How long do you make a pregnant woman wait with all this worry?”
The doctor ignores her and smiles at me. “Let’s check and see how this baby is doing.”
I lift my hospital gown and the cold gel he squirts on my stomach makes me jump. Harper grabs my hand as he puts the wand on me. I watch the screen and I believe my heart stops beating as I wait for the picture to appear. The second I hear the heartbeat I feel my entire body relax.
“There’s the little one,” the doctor says.
“Holy shit,” Harper whispers.
I smile as I look at the image of my baby up on the screen. It’s amazing how you can love someone so much that you haven’t even met yet. I would do anything for this little one. I would die for him.
“Everything looks great,” the doctor reassures me.
“Can you print out