her before she stumbles inside. I pull myself up in the seat beside her and shut the door. Someone will have to load my chair in. I can't worry about it right now.
When Easton comes back, he has a body in his arms. I watch his shadow come closer, and at first, I'm worried it's one of our guys, but then I realize this body is too small. Way too small. Skin and bones, the legs dangle from his arms like limp noodles.
Cara looks up, breaking out in a sob as she tries to scramble out of my lap.
I whip my arm around her waist, holding her against me. "Cara, no. It's not safe."
"B-but, it's Daniella." She gasps, a look of absolute devastation in her eyes.
Easton looks up, shaking his head at me before bringing her to the back of the truck. He lays her in the back then loads in my chair before hopping in the driver's seat.
"Where's Hugo?" I ask. I haven't seen any of our men in a while. I hope that all of them made it, but the truth is I know that some of them didn't. I just hope Hugo isn't one of them.
"He's fine. Ended up near my truck and said he was going to take it back for me." He turns the ignition, reverses the van and then pulls out, leaving a trail of dusty smoke trail behind him.
Everything behind us disappears, and it's like it never happened. Except it did, because Cara has the scars to prove it. They might not be visible, but just the look in her eyes tells me that her scars go much deeper than the surface.
The next morning, I wake up to the sound of rustling. I look up, seeing Easton slipping on his pants. "What's up?" I whisper, not wanting to wake Cara. It was a restless night for her. Between crying and moving around, I don't think she even got a solid two hours of sleep.
"I'm going to call Rose. Let her know we'll be heading out soon." He walks to the door, looking over his shoulder at me while turning the knob. "You good?"
I breathe. For the first time in what feels like a week. My body aches from all the tension and my head hurts like a bitch, but I can't complain. I've got Cara back, and I couldn't be happier. "I'm good. You good?"
He runs his hand down his face as he opens up the door. "I will be once I go see my girl."
"I'll wake Cara up soon. She barely slept at all. I want her to be able to sleep a little bit more if she can."
He nods, slipping out the door and closing it silently behind him.
"I am awake, you know." Cara mumbles from beside me.
I startle, looking down and seeing her staring down at me. The deep bags underneath her eyes and pale face make my heart pound in rage. Those Mexican fuckers honestly tried to take my girl and not have any repercussions. I haven't talked to Easton, but I'm hoping we got at least most of them. If we left any behind, I'll be sure to personally kill him. Not today, but we'll come up with a plan.
I'll chop their hands off so they can never touch another girl again. Never fucking again.
"You didn't sleep well." I say, lifting her head so I can curl my arm around her neck. I tried to hold her close last night, but every time did she would have a nightmare. The closest to rest she got was when she was curled in a ball in the corner of the bed.
"Yeah, clearly." She snuggles into my side. I lean down, pressing my lips to her forehead.
"You gonna tell me what happened?" I bend my head to look in her eyes.
They darken, her pupils swelling as memories take hold. The color gets buried in her heavy gaze.
"It was really bad."
I squeeze her arm. "I know. Tell me what happened. Start from the beginning."
"I was walking—oh my God. Where's Wesley? Is he okay?" She panics, grabbing onto my forearm and digging her nails into my skin.
"He's fine. He's with Rose."
She falls back on the bed, tears streaming down her face as she looks at the ceiling. "Oh, thank God. I was so worried. I thought they k-killed him. They pulled him out of my arms and then I didn't see him again."
My blood boils at the thought of anyone touching my son.