Chaos & Carnage (Black Creek Book 4) by R.A. Smyth

Author:R.A. Smyth [Smyth, R.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-09-30T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Soft murmurs pull me from the dark, murky depths of a sleep born from pure exhaustion—both physical and mental. I’m cocooned in a blanket of warmth that seeps into my bones and whispers words of comfort, making it even harder to rouse myself from sleep. My eyes feel swollen and gritty, reminding me of the countless tears I leaked onto Dante’s chest before I finally passed out, and it takes a moment to pry them apart.

When I do, I find my cheek pressed against a vast expanse of warm, sun-kissed skin, the hard edge of muscles cushioning my head. My heart speeds up, skipping a beat as the voices around me register, and a smile breaks out across my face as I lift my head, meeting Cain’s warm emerald eyes.

“Hey, baby.” His voice is soft, sliding over me like a silk sheet, and there are creases in the corner of his eyes as he smiles. He blurs in front of me as tears gather in my eyes, and I choke on a sob as I wrap my arms around his broad chest and fall apart.

Someone presses in behind me, before Oliver’s soothing voice erases the last of my fear. Sniffling, I push back the onslaught of tears and lift my head, giving Cain a quick once over—other than a myriad of bruises and scratches, he appears to be in one piece—before glancing over my shoulder and scrutinizing Oliver.

They both look as though they are mostly unharmed, and relief washes through me at that miracle. I saw that roof come down, heard the screams and cries of men trapped within. I know many have died or been gravely hurt. It is no small thing that both of them escaped relatively unscathed.

Unable to control them, more tears overflow, running in rivulets down my cheeks until Oliver brushes them away. “No more tears, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“I was so scared.” My voice is just as quiet, as though if I speak much louder, I’ll break the illusion and wake up to discover this is all a dream and they aren’t actually here. My fear was comparable to seeing Luc in that church. I’ve never known fear like it, which is saying something considering the life I’ve led and the situations I’ve found myself in. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that fear for oneself pales in comparison to the gripping claws of terror that hold you captive when the well-being of those you love and care about is on the line. All those years I scavenged the streets in search of food and somewhere safe for Luc and me to sleep, I only ever feared for Luc. For his safety and welfare. Until recently, he was the only one who could incite such paralyzing emotions. However, the circle of people I give a shit about has grown exponentially, and now the fear and worries that I once felt purely for Luc extend to the men surrounding me in this room.

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