Nightfall (Devil's Night #4) - Penelope Douglas Page 0,237

came from the fight, and it hadn’t hit her lungs.

“I’m calling an ambulance!” someone shouted.

Everyone rushed over to her as Aydin pressed his hand to her wound, applying pressure and breathing hard as tears filled his eyes and he cradled her.

“Look at me,” he said as he ripped off part of his shirt to cover the wound. “Concentrate on my face.”

The wound was between her shoulder and chest, near the joint of her arm.

“Tap a song with your fingers for me, okay?” he said, breathless.

“I’d rather just concentrate on your face,” she whispered, reaching up and touching his cheek.

He slowed, unable to look at her as a tear dripped off his chin.

“Except your hair,” she teased. “You look like you’re in a K-Pop band, Aydin.”

He shot his eyes to her, at a loss for words for once in his life.

Then, he broke out into a chuckle. “I thought you hated the pompadour,” he argued.

“I did.”

He laughed again, tipping her head up. “You take me for a haircut, then,” he said, dipping his head down and holding her close. “Whatever makes you happy. I’ll do anything you want.”

A sob escaped him, but he shook it off and tried to rise to his feet with her, but Kai shot down and swept her into his arms.

“Get off her,” he said.

Kai carried her off, everyone following to the parking lot.

“Ambulance is on its way,” Damon said.

“Wait.” Aydin started after her.

But I whipped around and punched him, sending him flying back to the ground. “Fuck you!” I said.

I could hear Kai ahead. “You okay? Alex, talk to me. Stay with us.”

Aydin’s crew surrounded us, but he just stayed on the ground, not knocked out, but whatever fight he came in here with was now gone. He just sat there, staring after her with blood dripping down his face.

I looked after my friends, everyone in one piece, although Banks was limping, and Misha carried Ryen, their lips locked together as they went off. Guilt washed over me.

I knew this wasn’t our fault. We just wanted a piece of the pie. Evans sent us to jail with the help of Martin.

We didn’t want this fight. We just wanted them both gone, because we weren’t safe otherwise.

But it still hurt. I didn’t want Emmy, Misha, Ryen, or any of them in danger like this ever again.

I looked at her next to me, seeing a little blood on her face, and I quickly dabbed it, trying to get it off.

But she stopped me. “I had to fight back,” she told me. “Now he knows. Now he knows it will never go unanswered again.”

And I pulled her into me, squeezing her so tight.

She was like us. I would say the exact same thing, and even though I hated to risk losing her, she wasn’t a flower.

And now I understood why Michael let Rika be at his side in everything they did. She wanted to feel this, too.

That didn’t mean I couldn’t defend her honor, though.

Now, it was my turn.

“Come here, motherfucker.” I made my way for Martin, but when I turned, he was pushing off the ground and running.

Where the hell did he think he was going?

He raced for the entrance, but Damon spun around, quickly ushering Winter into Rika’s care as he faced Martin, ready to stop him.

I ran for him, and Martin stopped, looking for a way out as he twisted toward me and then back to Damon, realizing he was trapped.

Going the only way he had left, because he was too stupid to give up, he dove between the Ferris wheel and the utility building, probably thinking he’d lose us under the cover of the rides and game booths.

Damon went left, I went right, both of us charging after him into the darkness with the coast looming beyond the cliffs. I rounded the Ferris wheel, looking left and right, and then saw him running along Cold Point in the pitch-black night.

I growled, digging in my heels and running so hard my muscles burned. I reached my hand out, only about four feet of clearance between me and the cliff dropping off into the sea, and pushed him, seeing him stumble to the ground before I came down on top of him. I punched him, we rolled, and he straddled me, climbing off and scurrying back.

I rose to my feet, the sea at my back, and he stared at me, turning his head and seeing Damon come up from behind, trapping him again.

His eyes shot to mine,