Redemption: A Salvation Society Novel by Laura Lee & Salvation Society

Author:Laura Lee & Salvation Society [Lee, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wild Thorns Press
Published: 2021-04-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Beckett

“I hate to tell you this, buddy, but you’re fucked.”

TJ glares at Ben. “You think you’re so goddamn funny, Pryce. Not everyone’s woman wants to run off to Vegas to elope.”

Pryce grins. “Aw, don’t be mad, sweetheart, just because I didn’t have to sell a kidney on the black market to pay for my wedding.”

Carson laughs. “I still can’t believe you asked if you could forgo the fancy dinner. Dude, you’re never getting pussy again.”

Everyone but TJ laughs at that.

“Yeah, yeah,” TJ grumbles. “Laugh it up, assholes. You just wait until—”

I curse as our Humvee goes airborne.

Everything happens in slow motion. I don’t know how much time passes before my ass is skidding across the ground. My ears won’t stop ringing. There’s chaos all around, flames licking at my skin, but all I can focus on is the buzzing in my ears as I inch away from the heat. It’s so fucking hot. I’m leaving a trail of red as I scoot my body forward. I’m still trying to make sense of what’s happening when I bump into something. Correction: not something. Someone.

I recoil when I realize what I’ve grabbed. My eyes come into focus, my hand coated in my brother’s blood. When my gaze lands on his face, TJ’s lifeless eyes are frozen open in abject terror. I don’t need to check for a pulse to know that he’s gone. The entire lower half of his body is missing. Probably somewhere near the blast site—I’m not sure how far we were thrown. My head falls as spots dance across my vision. My vision blurs in and out, but all I see are his dead eyes staring back at me.

As my eyes open and close, TJ’s broad nose narrows. His dark skin pales. When my lids open again, round hazel eyes that I’d know anywhere are looking back at me. Full lips that I spent countless hours kissing are now moving, but I can’t hear the words. I can only read her lips as she pleads with me to save her. I scream her name, trying to inch closer, but it’s no use. I can’t move. I’m losing consciousness. The last thing I see is Presley mouthing the words, ‘Beckett, don’t let me die.’

“Fuck.”

I jackknife into a sitting position and run a hand through my damp hair. I haven’t had a nightmare that vivid in months, and I’ve never had one with Presley in it.

Christ, just when I thought they couldn’t get any worse.

I climb out of bed and go through the motions of taking a hot shower to ward off the bone-deep chill that always accompanies a flashback. By the time I’m dressed and done eating breakfast, I’m still feeling restless, unable to shake off the dream. Thankfully, it’s Sunday, so I’m on-call while the ranch hands take care of the animals. One of the mares is due to give birth any day now, so I need to stick close by, but I could really use some time to decompress, and I know just the perfect way to do it.

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