Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 116

(Hendrix's POV) Angel wouldn't move.

She clung to Thomas's body like it was the only thing holding her to the world. Blood soaked her hands, her shirt, her hair, but she didn't care. Her sobs echoed in the cramped maintenance closet in a haunting way that made my stomach twist.

"Angel," I whispered and crouched beside her. "We have to go."

She shook her head violently and her grip tightened on Thomas's lifeless form. "No. I can't leave him. I can't—"

Footsteps echoed in the distance, growing louder with every passing second.

I grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at me. Her tear-soaked face shattered something inside me. "Angel, listen to me. We'll come back for him. I swear. But if we don't move now, none of us are getting out of here alive." She stared at me with wide and uncomprehending eyes before finally nodding. Her hands trembled as she placed Thomas's head gently on the floor and brushed his blood-matted hair back one last time. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

I pulled her to her feet and held her close for a second, then grabbed the evidence bag. The footsteps were closer now and accompanied by voices barking orders.

"We have to go," I repeated, and this time, she followed.

.

The group was waiting for us in a storage room near the West Wing exit. The moment we stepped inside, the air shifted.

eyes and my grim expression told them everything they

first to break the silence.

my head. "Dr. Joe shot him.

the wall. Cylan and Hande moved to Angel's side and wrapped their arms around her as fresh tears rolled down

now," I said firmly. "Thomas wouldn't want that. We

again, save for the muffled sound of alarms in the

of us needs to have something to expose the center." Once the evidence was divided among the group, I

my palms. "We're finishing this," I muttered under my breath. "And

(Dennis's POV)

were an indicator of how

Her red wig was perfectly in place, and her face, save for her piercing eyes,

"You're leaving?" I asked.

is compromised. There's no point in

saw the cold tint in

I'd seen this before-Kentucky, years ago. The center there had been exposed, and they'd buried the evidence in rubble and lies, calling it a "natural disaster." The local

destroy this place,"

beneath her mask. "Of course. Better to burn the evidence than let it fall into the wrong

I'd made to survive, the betrayals I'd committed. I thought of Angel,

stepped forward and my hands balled

menacingly. "And what are you going to do,