Broken kingdom

Chapter 53 Bianca

“What the fuck happened?” Jace barks, rushing over to us. 

“Stone has a knife,” I shout before focusing on Oakley who’s still seizing. 

Cole looks down at Stone who’s now laying limp and kicks him. “Not a problem. He looks dead.”

The rise and fall of his chest tells me he’s not. 

I peer down at the blood soaking Oakley’s shirt. Normally you’re not supposed to touch someone who’s having a seizure, but I have no idea how deep the gash is and I don’t want him to bleed out. 

I reach for one of my shirts and place pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding. 

“What happened?” Jace repeats before his eyes drop to my mouth. “Why the hell is your lip bleeding?” 

Ignoring him, I give my undivided attention to Oakley. I wasn’t able to keep track of the time, but it seems longer than usual. “He’s been seizing for a while now.” 

“I’ll call 911,” Cole starts to say but then we hear sirens outside my window. “On second thought, it sounds like someone already did.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ. Start talking, Bianca,” Jace grunts. 

My stomach knots with dread and I inhale a deep breath. 

“Long story short, Stone was hiding out in my room. He held a knife up to his throat and threatened to kill himself if I didn’t call Oakley and end things with him. However, right after I did, he put his hand around my throat and punched me.” 

“Motherfucker did what?” this from Cole. 

“I’m go

“Hold on,” I snap. “I’m not done.” 

Jace and Cole are practically foaming at the mouth. 

“Oakley barged in and beat the shit out of him…but then Stone grabbed the knife off the floor and stabbed him…and you guys walked in.”

Relief fills me when Oakley’s seizure finally subsides. 

However, a sharp knock on the door makes me jump. 

“Police, open up.”

Emotion lodges in my throat as I run my hand over his sleepy face. He’s so out of it my heart can’t take it. 

“They’re go

But the police won’t care, because Oakley has a rap sheet and he’s supposed to be keeping his nose clean. In their minds, he’s automatically at fault and guilty as hell. 

“Oakley tried to warn me about Stone a few weeks ago,” Cole mutters. “But I didn’t believe him and told him to fuck off.” 

This is news to me. 

Jace grips the back of his neck. “Goddammit.” Ru

Cole raises an eyebrow. “What about Oakley getting stabbed?” 

Jace shrugs. “He tried to stop the fight when he walked in and Stone stabbed him.” 

There’s another sharp knock on the door. “Police. Open up.” 

I can’t believe he’s about to take the fall for this. “Jace—” 

“Stick to the story.” With that, he punches Stone’s face and sends a sharp kick to his groin. “Let them in.” 

I hover over Oakley protectively as Cole opens the door. 

“I love you,” I whisper, wishing like hell I hadn’t stopped him from saying it before.