The Chosen (Black Dagger Brotherhood 15) - Page 39

Xcor was phearsom, indeed.

There was no dwelling on his thick arousal, though. From behind them, lights began to flash, and then there was the sound of a powerful car engine and the crashing of trees. Layla leapt to her feet and put herself between Xcor and whatever it was—

The Range Rover broke through the forest like a charging bull, stopping just short of plowing her down. And as the driver’s side door opened, Layla’s heart jumped up into her throat.

It was just Vishous, however.

Well, “just” suggested the Brother was a benign presence, and that couldn’t be further from the truth. Vishous looked positively furious, his brows down, his black hair all messed up like he’d been running a hand through it, the tattoos at his temple and that goatee making him seem even more sinister.

“You done?” the Brother demanded.

He refused to look at her so she spoke up as she nodded. “Yes.”

“I’ll get him into the—”

“No, I’ll do it.”

“You’re not strong enough—”

She bent down, forced one arm under the middle of Xcor’s back and the other under his thighs, the mud seeping into her sleeves and sticking to her forearms. She paid that no heed, however—just as she ignored the way he struggled against her, garbled protests leaving his mouth whilst she lifted him from the ground.

“Get the door,” she commanded to V.

After an initial shock, the Brother did the deed, clearing the way for her to bring Xcor over. It was a struggle, her slippers sinking into the snow, the tree branches seeming to grab at Xcor out of spite, the mud dripping down the front of her robe—and she wouldn’t have made it if he hadn’t lost so much weight.

The way she looked at it, though, Xcor was hers and hers alone to help.

Shoving him into the rear seat was an awkward affair, and he aided her by pulling his lower body in and collapsing lengthwise across the back. And she wanted to get in beside him, but even with the wasting, he was still of tremendous length and there was no room for her. She wasn’t about to leave him naked, however. Stripping off her robe, she covered him with it, tucking the thing in as best she could before she ran around to the passenger side.

With only leggings and a loose top on now, the cold got to her quick, and she was shivering as she shut herself in.

“Buckle up,” V muttered. “This is going to be rough.”

No kidding, she thought as she pulled the belt across her chest.

She expected the Brother to move them forward at a brisk pace. She did not anticipate that he’d floor the accelerator and send them careening through the trees, the headlights hitting trunks and boughs just before they did, the SUV taking strike after strike as it bounced and bashed and heaved its way toward what she hoped was the road.

But which could well be the edge of the earth.

Craning around, she checked on Xcor and tried to catch his eye—which was hard because she was going up and down and side to side, although at least Xcor was on the same schedule of movements, his body flopping and slamming about on the rear seat bench. He was doing what he could to anchor himself, one hand gripping the back of her headrest, one foot braced against the door, as everything else made like scrambled eggs in a pan.

When their stares finally met, the question of Are you okay? was asked on both sides mutely … and answered with a mutual I have no idea.

The end of the tooth-rattling trip came as quickly as the start of it all, the Range Rover bursting out of the tree line like it was throwing off a too-heavy cloak, its tires skidding on pavement, the great lurch to right itself in the correct lane the last of them, she hoped.

And for truth, as they made off at even greater speed, things were much quieter, more civilized.

Which only underscored how hard everyone was breathing.

Twisting around again, she tried to see out the back, but with the darkened windows, there wasn’t much to go on. She could only imagine the debris they’d dragged into the road in their wake—and meanwhile, Xcor was collapsed into the seats, his body lax, his respiration ragged.

But he was alive and he gave her the thumbs-up sign.

As she refocused on the way ahead, all she got was a whole lot of pavement, a white line on either side, and a double yellow in the middle. Oh, wait … there was a leaping deer sign, the unnuanced black form of the animal and its antlers set in a reflective diamond the color of a dandelion head.

No words were spoken.

None were necessary.

At first, she didn’t know where they were going—and she wasn’t about to ask. But then V made a series of turns that took them back to town. Probably to that ranch once again.

She was right.

About twenty minutes later, he pulled them into the safe house’s garage and they all waited in place as the panels trundled back down.

Vishous got out first, and Layla wasn’t but a split second behind so she could tend to Xcor. Opening the door by his head, she took his arm and helped as he fought to shuffle himself around and keep the muddy robe in place over his nakedness. When he was on his feet, she snagged the long sleeves, tied them together around his waist, and twisted the white fall so that only his hip and the side of his thigh and lower leg were visible.

“Lean on me,” she demanded as she hitched herself up under him and put her hand around his middle.

Vishous had gone into the house already, but he’d left the door open for them, the kick stop in place on the tile floor.

“I’m taking you downstairs,” she said. “There are two bedroom suites and a sitting area there.”

Xcor leaned on her pretty heavily, especially as they went up the three shallow steps into the house. And as she considered the logistics, she had no idea how they were going to make the descent into the cellar.

“Where are we?” he asked roughly.

“It’s a safe house.”

“Of the Brotherhood’s?”

“Yes.”

Vishous was in the kitchen, lounging against the counter and lighting up a hand-rolled, and he didn’t spare them a glance as they went by him. He had, however, once again paved the way for them, the door they needed to get through open wide, the light on so they could make their way safely underground.

Boy, that stairwell was skinny.

Xcor solved the tight-squeeze problem, however, by breaking away from her and relying on the railing. When he got to the bottom, he bee-lined for the stuffed sofa that was opposite the wide-screen TV. As he collapsed on it, she wasn’t sure what let out a bigger exhale, him or the cushions.

There was a red and black blanket folded over the back of the matching armchair and she snagged it, removing the dirty robe from his lower body and replacing it with something cleaner.

She took a moment to breathe. And then it was back into action. “I’ll bring you some food.”

When he didn’t argue with her, just sank further into the couch, she wondered if the trip into town hadn’t done what Mother Nature had failed, and what V had declined, to do. But no … he was still breathing.

Layla took the stairs quickly, and as she came up into the kitchen, she shut the door quietly. There were things that she and Vishous needed to say to each other—and yet he didn’t seem to want to talk at all. He was utterly self-contained as he stared at the lit end of his hand-rolled, his brows down low, his expression so flat it was as if he were a cartoon representation of himself.

She went over and put her hand on his arm. “Vishous, thank—”

“Don’t touch me!” He jerked away from her. “Do not fucking touch me.”

His eyes glowed with anger as he jabbed his cigarette at her. “Don’t get this shit twisted. We are not ‘in’ this together. We are not cohorts in Xcor. I’m not buying this romantic fantasy you’re rocking. What I am doing is leaving you here with a murderer and an open landline. If you’re alive to take the phone call about your fucking kids later, hey, you win the lottery. If he decides to slaughter you and then call his friends to come over and party with your corpse? Sorry, not sorry. Either way, I don’t give a fuck. You want him? Now you got him.”

V stalked his way to the table and picked up the cell phone he’d left behind. was phearsom, indeed.

There was no dwelling on his thick arousal, though. From behind them, lights began to flash, and then there was the sound of a powerful car engine and the crashing of trees. Layla leapt to her feet and put herself between Xcor and whatever it was—

The Range Rover broke through the forest like a charging bull, stopping just short of plowing her down. And as the driver’s side door opened, Layla’s heart jumped up into her throat.

It was just Vishous, however.

Well, “just” suggested the Brother was a benign presence, and that couldn’t be further from the truth. Vishous looked positively furious, his brows down, his black hair all messed up like he’d been running a hand through it, the tattoos at his temple and that goatee making him seem even more sinister.

“You done?” the Brother demanded.

He refused to look at her so she spoke up as she nodded. “Yes.”

“I’ll get him into the—”

“No, I’ll do it.”

“You’re not strong enough—”

She bent down, forced one arm under the middle of Xcor’s back and the other under his thighs, the mud seeping into her sleeves and sticking to her forearms. She paid that no heed, however—just as she ignored the way he struggled against her, garbled protests leaving his mouth whilst she lifted him from the ground.

“Get the door,” she commanded to V.

After an initial shock, the Brother did the deed, clearing the way for her to bring Xcor over. It was a struggle, her slippers sinking into the snow, the tree branches seeming to grab at Xcor out of spite, the mud dripping down the front of her robe—and she wouldn’t have made it if he hadn’t lost so much weight.

The way she looked at it, though, Xcor was hers and hers alone to help.

Shoving him into the rear seat was an awkward affair, and he aided her by pulling his lower body in and collapsing lengthwise across the back. And she wanted to get in beside him, but even with the wasting, he was still of tremendous length and there was no room for her. She wasn’t about to leave him naked, however. Stripping off her robe, she covered him with it, tucking the thing in as best she could before she ran around to the passenger side.

With only leggings and a loose top on now, the cold got to her quick, and she was shivering as she shut herself in.

“Buckle up,” V muttered. “This is going to be rough.”

No kidding, she thought as she pulled the belt across her chest.

She expected the Brother to move them forward at a brisk pace. She did not anticipate that he’d floor the accelerator and send them careening through the trees, the headlights hitting trunks and boughs just before they did, the SUV taking strike after strike as it bounced and bashed and heaved its way toward what she hoped was the road.

But which could well be the edge of the earth.

Craning around, she checked on Xcor and tried to catch his eye—which was hard because she was going up and down and side to side, although at least Xcor was on the same schedule of movements, his body flopping and slamming about on the rear seat bench. He was doing what he could to anchor himself, one hand gripping the back of her headrest, one foot braced against the door, as everything else made like scrambled eggs in a pan.

When their stares finally met, the question of Are you okay? was asked on both sides mutely … and answered with a mutual I have no idea.

The end of the tooth-rattling trip came as quickly as the start of it all, the Range Rover bursting out of the tree line like it was throwing off a too-heavy cloak, its tires skidding on pavement, the great lurch to right itself in the correct lane the last of them, she hoped.

And for truth, as they made off at even greater speed, things were much quieter, more civilized.

Which only underscored how hard everyone was breathing.

Twisting around again, she tried to see out the back, but with the darkened windows, there wasn’t much to go on. She could only imagine the debris they’d dragged into the road in their wake—and meanwhile, Xcor was collapsed into the seats, his body lax, his respiration ragged.

But he was alive and he gave her the thumbs-up sign.

As she refocused on the way ahead, all she got was a whole lot of pavement, a white line on either side, and a double yellow in the middle. Oh, wait … there was a leaping deer sign, the unnuanced black form of the animal and its antlers set in a reflective diamond the color of a dandelion head.

No words were spoken.

None were necessary.

At first, she didn’t know where they were going—and she wasn’t about to ask. But then V made a series of turns that took them back to town. Probably to that ranch once again.

She was right.

About twenty minutes later, he pulled them into the safe house’s garage and they all waited in place as the panels trundled back down.

Vishous got out first, and Layla wasn’t but a split second behind so she could tend to Xcor. Opening the door by his head, she took his arm and helped as he fought to shuffle himself around and keep the muddy robe in place over his nakedness. When he was on his feet, she snagged the long sleeves, tied them together around his waist, and twisted the white fall so that only his hip and the side of his thigh and lower leg were visible.

“Lean on me,” she demanded as she hitched herself up under him and put her hand around his middle.

Vishous had gone into the house already, but he’d left the door open for them, the kick stop in place on the tile floor.

“I’m taking you downstairs,” she said. “There are two bedroom suites and a sitting area there.”

Xcor leaned on her pretty heavily, especially as they went up the three shallow steps into the house. And as she considered the logistics, she had no idea how they were going to make the descent into the cellar.

“Where are we?” he asked roughly.

“It’s a safe house.”

“Of the Brotherhood’s?”

“Yes.”

Vishous was in the kitchen, lounging against the counter and lighting up a hand-rolled, and he didn’t spare them a glance as they went by him. He had, however, once again paved the way for them, the door they needed to get through open wide, the light on so they could make their way safely underground.

Boy, that stairwell was skinny.

Xcor solved the tight-squeeze problem, however, by breaking away from her and relying on the railing. When he got to the bottom, he bee-lined for the stuffed sofa that was opposite the wide-screen TV. As he collapsed on it, she wasn’t sure what let out a bigger exhale, him or the cushions.

There was a red and black blanket folded over the back of the matching armchair and she snagged it, removing the dirty robe from his lower body and replacing it with something cleaner.

She took a moment to breathe. And then it was back into action. “I’ll bring you some food.”

When he didn’t argue with her, just sank further into the couch, she wondered if the trip into town hadn’t done what Mother Nature had failed, and what V had declined, to do. But no … he was still breathing.

Layla took the stairs quickly, and as she came up into the kitchen, she shut the door quietly. There were things that she and Vishous needed to say to each other—and yet he didn’t seem to want to talk at all. He was utterly self-contained as he stared at the lit end of his hand-rolled, his brows down low, his expression so flat it was as if he were a cartoon representation of himself.

She went over and put her hand on his arm. “Vishous, thank—”

“Don’t touch me!” He jerked away from her. “Do not fucking touch me.”

His eyes glowed with anger as he jabbed his cigarette at her. “Don’t get this shit twisted. We are not ‘in’ this together. We are not cohorts in Xcor. I’m not buying this romantic fantasy you’re rocking. What I am doing is leaving you here with a murderer and an open landline. If you’re alive to take the phone call about your fucking kids later, hey, you win the lottery. If he decides to slaughter you and then call his friends to come over and party with your corpse? Sorry, not sorry. Either way, I don’t give a fuck. You want him? Now you got him.”

V stalked his way to the table and picked up the cell phone he’d left behind.

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