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“You stupid fucking—” Twisting his hair in my hand, I shove his face in the water, maneuvering myself over him as I grab for Gwen.
I am able to get just a piece of her jacket, but that’s enough. I manage to pull her toward me and roll her so her face is out of the freezing cold fucking water. Then pain sears through the side of my head, and I see stars as he somehow bashes something against the side of my head.
“Fuck!” I yell and regain my grip on him, shoving his face under again.
She’s not talking. She’s not moving. I can’t see shit.
“Wake up! Please, Gwen, wake up!”
Lights shine down on us, and her lips are …
“We got her, Hart,” Justice Steel says as he and Cyrus slide down the bank and wade in ice-cold river water.
When they get her up, I see blood, and then … then I see nothing but red.
“Get her on flat ground!” someone calls from the ground above.
“She’s not breathing, Dad,” Justice yells. “She’s?—”
“She will be.” He says it like a threat.
“Hart,” Zandor Steel calls down to me as William, thrashes around.
“Help Gwen. This piece of shit is done!”
“His hands are empty. No gun. Look at his hands, Hart!”
“Save Gwen!”
He slides down the bank. “Move him toward me.”
“Fuck that,” I spit.
“Hart! You gotta let him up!” Max Steel yells to me.
“He shot her. He was trying to drown her. He doesn’t?—”
Zandor grabs a hold of me. “You wanna make sure she’s okay? You can’t do that from prison!”
Minutes later, we’re on level ground, and Cyrus and Justice are performing CPR on Gwen York.
Hand on the back of his neck, I lean in and whisper, “If she dies, you won’t be heading back to prison, you sick son of a bitch. I will lock you away and make you suffer for decades —No, fuck that — forever. I’ll cut you up piece by piece and feed you your?—”
“Those little whores aren’t worth your soul.” He attempts to spit at me, but I bury his face in the ground, and he cries out in pain.
“Shut your fucking mouth, you weak, worthless piece of shit!”
Sirens sound from a close distance, and I hear Gwen cough.
I look over as they turn her on her side.
An SUV flies onto the grass toward us—Marks.
He jumps out and runs to Gwen.
“She’s alive. She needs the boo-boo bus to hurry the fuck up, but she’s alive. Aren’t you, Gwen?” Cyrus says calmly.
“Mmhmm,” she groans then whispers, “Get him out of here.”
