Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
I swear I’d hear him swallow a gulp of air if the nurse standing five feet away didn’t gasp at my threat.
He nods quickly, taking several steps to the side to avoid having to walk within arm’s reach of me.
The doctor stops right in the doorway, looking a little green. “Mr. Cutler, there’s also the matter of your insurance. I—”
He freezes when I narrow my eyes at him.
“I’ll let the business office know you’ll send us the information as soon as you can.”
“You do that,” I mutter, wanting to laugh as he scurries away.
Quickly deciding I don’t even need the fucking antibiotics he claimed I did, since they’ve been pumping me full of them for two days, I head out of the room. I imagine the doctor’s more likely to call security than head to the pharmacy.
“Why is everyone leaving your room, looking like you just threatened their entire families?” Angel asks from his propped position on the wall.
“Bunch of pussies.”
He nods, understanding completely. We aren’t exactly the most approachable men. You can’t do the jobs we do and stay nice and pleasant.
“Here,” he says, just before tossing a stack of clothes at my chest. “Figured you wouldn’t want to walk out of here with your ass hanging out.”
Instead of going back into the room to change, I head toward the bathroom in the hall. Every step causes one or more of the wounds on my body to sting with pain. Several are bad enough to make me almost wince, but showing anyone that I’m hurting would be confessing to a weakness I can’t reveal to anyone. Not even Angel, despite him being the closest thing to a friend I have, and that’s not saying much because I don’t know shit about him.
Needing to breathe fresh air for the first time in two weeks, I don’t take long in the bathroom, refusing the entire time I’m in there to look in the mirror. I don’t need a full body scan to know what was done to me. I feel the ache of it with every movement of my body.
“You have that fucking determined look in your eye,” Angel says as I walk past him after leaving the bathroom without a word. “You aren’t exactly in fucking peak fighting form, Nash.”
He doesn’t touch me or try to stop me as I walk past the front sliding doors of the hospital.
“Lauren is going to be pissed if you get me killed,” he mutters as he redirects us toward a truck in the parking lot.
“I’m not going to get you killed,” I tell him. I’m not fucking responsible for his ass. “Do you have any idea where they took her?”
Angel told me yesterday that the one I had so much interaction with was escorted away by that Cerberus group.
“She won’t come to any harm with Cerberus,” he says after we both settle inside of his truck. “She’s fine.”
“And I’ll verify that for myself,” I tell him, same as I did yesterday when we had this conversation. “Are you taking me to the bus station? Don’t exactly have my fucking passport.”
“I’m not taking you to the goddamned bus station,” he grumbles, clenching the steering wheel when some idiot pulls out right in front of him.
“What’s their address in New Mexico? I guess, just get me as close as you’re willing to take me.”
I’m not asking the man for shit, but I’m also not going to turn down the offer either. I’m in no fucking position to turn anything down right now.
“They haven’t left town yet,” he says.
“Why not?”
He turns his face in my direction “I don’t fucking know. I’m aware of the fucking club but I don’t subscribe to their fucking newsletter or anything.”
I huff a humorless laugh.
“They’re more likely to fucking have her prosecuted than killing her. They would’ve let me do that back at the compound if that’s what they were planning to do.”
I clench my hands on my thighs. He still hasn’t given up on the idea that she needs to die, despite what I’ve told him.
“But seriously, you should just walk away from all of it. Being on Cerberus’s radar is never a good thing.”
“I don’t give a shit about Cerberus,” I snap, reaching for the handle above my head when he slams on the brakes to avoid another fucking collision.
People in fucking Mexico sure as shit don’t know how to drive.
“I just need to know that she’s okay.” My words are expelled on a growl from the pain the quick movement caused me.
Angel looks in my direction once more. “Maybe leaving the hospital early was a mistake.”
“Would you have stayed a second longer?”
He shakes his head. “I would’ve been gone the second I woke up. I was starting to think you were a pussy for staying.”
His grin tells me he’s mostly joking, but I don’t feel an ounce of fucking humor in anything right now.