“Now you make me blush.” She beams at me and waves a hand. “Come on. Let’s go gather your cash and get you two dwelling. James is ready exterior with the automotive.”

“It’s a limo,” Pax whispers dramatically as she helps me gown in my free jogging pants and my jacket, then pulls me up from the bench. “And the driving force’s title is James. Are you able to imagine that?”

I’d imagine something proper now.

Pax helps me limp out of the locker room and thru the corridors operating by the executive places of work of the membership. Ellen precedes us. She talks to folks like she is aware of them. Scratch that, she does know them. Clay Baran’s mom. Sergei Baran’s lover.

Jesus Christ.

Quickly she has folks operating backwards and forwards to do her bidding, and with Pax’s assist, I make my gradual approach to the again exit. Can’t bear in mind this constructing being so massive. It’s taking perpetually, and my legs are shaking.

Shit, I survived the battle in opposition to the Crusher. I fucking gained.

Unbelievable.

Lastly we’re stepping exterior, the chilly biting into any uncovered inch of flesh, making my abdomen contract and my ribs flare with ache.

Superior.

A limo is idling there, similar to Pax stated, and a driver in a darkish two-piece go well with is holding the door open.

Effectively, fuck me.

I handle to bend over sufficient to slip inside, and lean again in opposition to the seat with the scent of leather-based and plastic, closing my eyes.

Pax sits beside me, taking my hand in hers, and yeah, that is the closest to heaven I feel I’ve ever been.

Then Ellen slips into the passenger seat and James behind the wheel, and we’re off. The place to?

Who the hell cares?

“Right here.” Ellen twists round and thrusts a fats envelope to me. “Yours.”

“What’s that?”

“Your cash.” She waits till I take the swollen envelope, then turns away once more. “Received truthful and sq..”

“That’s your cash. You guess on me.” I swallow thickly. “When no-one else would. You and Pax.”

“We guess in your behalf. That’s what household is for. Take it and cease speaking. That you must relaxation.”

I gape in the back of her seat, and Pax laughs. It’s a transparent, joyful sound, and I flip to her, passing her the envelope.

“It’s yours, Riot,” she says, pushing it again.

“Then care for it for me, okay?” God, I’m Ok.O. “Can’t assume proper now.”

“Positive.” She offers me a tender smile that eases the ache that appears to radiate from each inch of my physique. “Relaxation. That you must be effectively for the Christmas occasion.”

What occasion? I wish to ask however I lean again as an alternative and let the automotive’s engine lull me into sleep.

It’s completed. If I’ve Pax by my aspect, then I can climate something, even one thing I’ve by no means had earlier than, like a goddamn Christmas occasion.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Paxtyn

Epilogue

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