33. Sean

Chapter thirty-three

Sean

I ended the call, cutting off Layla’s panicked voice. I was determined to prove myself to my family, to prove that I was willing to do what it took to ensure our safety. I fucked up, and the best way I could think to truly make up for it was to hand Anton to Layla on a silver platter. I dropped my phone into the cupholder and checked my weapons before leaving my car and dashing toward the house.

When I reached the door, I took the time to pick the lock. As much as I would prefer to kick the door in, stealth is key. Quietly, I pushed the door open and slipped inside. I waited for an alarm to go up, but nothing happened. Anton’s men had grown increasingly complacent with each move. They thought they were safe and nothing could happen. They were about to find out how wrong they were.

I crept into the living room, where two men sat watching a ball game on the couch. I quickly snapped one man’s neck and then slammed my hand over the other’s mouth before he could alert anyone. I snapped his neck as well and then made sure they stayed in the upright positions so it would look like they were still watching the game. I made it through the rest of the main rooms, but as I started down the hallway, one of the men came out of a room further down the hallway and spotted me. We stared at each other for about half a second before he yelled out and shot at me. I returned fire as I jumped sideways into the closest room.

My shot was followed quickly by an explosion, and I don’t know what the fuck I hit, but smoke started to fill the air. More shots were fired in my direction, which I returned before slamming the door shut. I turned around and froze as I saw Anton in the process of opening a hidden door. Not today, asshole. I pulled my knife out and threw it, embedding it in the door jam and preventing him from opening it further and escaping. I didn’t know if it was a safe room or an escape route, but he wasn’t using it either way. I’d have to thank Zach later for teaching me how to throw a knife accurately.

“Of all the gin joints in all the towns,” I laughed. “My girlfriend would like to talk to you about your car’s warranty. Shouldn’t take more than a few hours.” Anton began to panic as I stomped toward him. He scrambled to pull the knife loose and succeeded at the last second. I jumped back as he swung the blade at me, but not far enough, and I hissed as the knife slashed across my stomach. “Son of a bitch!” Officially pissed off, I punched Anton square in his face so hard that his head bounced off the wall behind him. Anton slumped to the floor, unconscious. “Fucker.”

I checked my wound. It was bleeding pretty badly, but it wasn’t so deep that my internal organs were about to explode from my body, so I counted it as a win. Smoke from the hall began seeping through the cracks around the door. I’d have to try and bleed to death later; right now, I needed to get Anton out of the house before we became extra crispy. I bent to toss him over my shoulder when the door slammed behind me. I spun, pointing my gun toward the door, and was just about to pull the trigger when I realized it was Layla. I quickly lowered my gun and stood.

Relief flooded her face when she saw me, quickly replaced by anger. “You stupid son of a bitch!” she growled as she rushed forward and shoved me in my chest. “Didn’t we already fucking establish that I need you alive?”

“I’m fine, Mo stoirín,” I assured her as I proudly gestured to Anton. “I got you a present.”

Layla pushed me again. “Are you fucking stupid? Do you think that makes it better? Do you honestly think that I care about capturing Anton more than I care about your life? I don’t give a fuck about him. I do give a fuck about you, and if I didn’t love you so God damned much, I’d fucking murder you for scaring the everloving shit out of me!”

“Ok, ok,” I said, pulling her into my arms.

“Don’t you ever fucking risk your life because you think you have to prove yourself to me ever again,” Layla said against my chest, her voice cracking with emotion. “You don’t have to prove a single fucking thing to me, Sean, you fucking hear me?”

“I hear you,” I said, holding her tighter. “It won’t happen again.”

“Guys!” Colt barked. “As happy as I am that Sean is alive and you guys are working through your shit, but if we don’t get the fuck out of here, it won’t matter.”

Zach and Drew ran forward and grabbed Anton, while Tyler grabbed Layla’s hands and pulled her toward the door.

“Wait, Sean!” Layla yelled.

“I’ve got him, Hellcat,” Colt yelled back, “now get the fuck out of this house!”

Layla let Tyler drag her from the room. Colt slung my arm around his neck and helped support me as we followed them.

“Really, I’m fine,” I said to him.

“You’re losing a lot of blood, brother,” Colton replied. “Trust me, if I let you try to walk out of here on your own steam, you wouldn’t make it.”

We stepped outside, and he led me to the closest car. As he lowered me into the backseat, I realized I felt a little woozy. Maybe he was right. Tyler was on me in a heartbeat with his shirt, applying pressure to my wound. Layla climbed in by my head and placed my head in her lap.

“Drive!” Tyler yelled at someone.

“Ty?” Layla asked worriedly.

Why was she worried? I already told her I was going to be ok. The cut wasn’t even that deep.

“I’m trying, Baby,” he replied. “Sean, look at me!” My eyes shifted from Layla’s face to his. “Don’t you fucking die on me, you hear me? Tell her. Tell Layla you won’t fucking die. Make that promise and fucking keep it! You wanted to prove yourself to her? Make that promise and prove you can keep it!”

I looked back up at Layla and saw tears streaming down her face. I tried to lift my arm to brush them away, but I only made it about halfway before my arm felt too heavy. “Don’t cry, Stór,” I mumbled. “I’m going to be fine.” She became blurry as my eyes started to fall closed. I was so tired.

“Sean! Stay awake!” Layla yelled, causing me to open my eyes again. “Don’t fall asleep. Stay with me. I swear to God I will never fucking forgive you if you die on me.”

My eyes fell shut again, and as I tried to force them back open, I realized that maybe I wasn’t as fine as I thought. Keeping my promise might not be in my control.

Shit. I’m sorry, Mo stoirín. So fucking sorry.

W hen my eyes opened again, I found myself in a stark white hospital room.

“There he is,” a voice said. “I told you he’d wake up soon.”

I looked around, and my eyes fell on Doctor Reuben, the voice’s owner, before locking with the prettiest red-rimmed brown eyes I’d ever seen. “Layla,” I croaked, reaching for her. Tears welled in her eyes as she grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

“Once he’s a little less loopy and able to walk on his own steam, he can leave,” the Doc said. “No excessive movement or strenuous activities until he heals.” He unhooked the monitors from me and turned off the machines. “I’ll have the discharge papers ready at the nurse’s station. Take as long as he needs; no one will bother you. Glad to have you back with us, Sean. You gave us a tiny scare, but you’ll be good as new in no time.”

The Doc left the room, and I opened my mouth to tell Layla how much I loved her, but she spoke before I could.

“Leave us. Nobody comes back in this room until I allow it,” Layla ordered. I looked around and noticed the guys leaning against the wall out of the way. They all gave me sympathetic looks as they filed out of the room. “The Doc had to give you thirty-five stitches and a blood transfusion.” As she spoke, Layla pulled my blanket down and flipped up my hospital gown so that I was exposed from the chest down.

I looked down at the bandage covering my stomach. “I’m so sorry, Layla. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’ll try not to do it again.”

“Try?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

I smiled sheepishly. “I can’t promise I won’t get hurt again. Not in the world we live in.”

Layla nodded in acceptance as she stepped away and rifled through the drawers. She pulled out a tube of lube and squirted some in her hand, making my eyebrows raise. “That’s fair,” Layla said as her hand closed around my cock. She stroked my cock to life and then wiped her hand off on the discarded blanket.

“What are you doing?” I asked when she pushed her pants off. That was a stupid fucking question.

“What does it look like?” she asked as she climbed onto the bed and straddled me.

“I know what it looks like, but I don’t understand why. You don’t have to do this, Layla,” I replied.

“Oh, I know,” she replied, “but I want to. I thought I lost you again. Now, I need to prove to us both that you’re still alive.”

“Here?” I asked.

“I can’t wait,” Layla replied. She rubbed the head of my cock through her folds, teasing herself before guiding the head inside of her.

“But the Doc said no strenuous activities,” I reminded her.

“That’s why you’ll be a very good boy and lie there and take it. For every stitch you pop, that will be one week back in the cock cage, so I suggest you don’t pop any stitches,” Layla replied as she sank down on me. “Fuck, I’ve missed your cock,” she moaned.

I knew we wouldn’t be interrupted. The guys wouldn’t let anyone into the room as Layla ordered, but there was still an air of danger at being caught swirling around us, which made this entire interlude hotter. Add to it the fact that I wasn’t allowed to participate, and I was ready to bust before we even started. I never considered that I might like being restrained during sex, but I was beginning to think that I’d like to explore this further when I’m healed. My fists dug into the sheets as Layla slowly rose and fell on my cock.

Her pace was excruciating, and I had to fight the urge to grab her and fuck her properly. Watching her pleasure as she dominated me helped to distract me. She was a true Queen, taking her pleasure from me as she pleased, even if I was a more than willing participant.

“Fuck, Layla,” I groaned, “your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.” Needing to touch her, I slowly slid a hand up her thigh to her apex, where I rubbed her clit with my thumb in small circles. Layla threw her head back and moaned, but she didn’t increase her speed. Not that it mattered as I felt her pussy begin to flutter around my throbbing dick. “I’m getting close,” I warned her.

“Yes,” Layla moaned. “Come for me, Sean. Fill me up. Show me you’ve learned to follow a direct order and paint my insides with your cum.”

My balls tightened at her words, and I groaned as I felt my orgasm burst. After I shot a few ropes of cum, Layla’s orgasm crested as well. She moaned softly as she came, riding me through both of our orgasms. When we were finished, Layla gently lowered herself onto my chest, and I held back my grimace as she applied pressure to my wound. The pain was worth it.

We lay in the hospital bed, still connected, content to simply exist together for some time. When we finally stirred, Layla gently climbed off of me. She cleaned both of us up and then grinned at me. “Think you can walk yet?”

“After that, I could fly,” I joked. Re-consummating our relationship made me feel a hundred times lighter than I had felt before.

‘They had to cut your shirt off, but you still have your jeans,“ Layla replied. She helped me into my jeans and steadied me as I stood.

When I was ready, I took a few steps and nodded. “I’m good.”

“He lives!” Zach cheered when we opened the door. He shoved a teddy bear in my face. “I got you this from the gift shop. I told the lady I had a friend who had a boo-boo, and she assured me this would help my little buddy feel better.”

“You’re such a dick,” I laughed as Layla took the stuffed animal from him.

“I already got the discharge paperwork, so we’re good to go,” Tyler said.

“Thanks for keeping me alive,” I told Tyler, remembering his efforts on the way to the hospital.

“Thanks for not dying,” he replied.

W hen we returned home, Layla insisted I be brought upstairs to rest. “Not gonna happen,” I told her. “There isn’t a chance in hell that I’m going to miss a single moment of Anton’s torture or Tommy’s death. I’ll be fine. Just get me a chair.”

When Layla opened her mouth to argue, Drew came to my defense. “We can’t leave him out, Layla. He earned this.”

Layla sighed. “Fine, but you will sit your ass down and not move,” she warned, pointing her finger at me.

“Yes, Boss,” I replied.