Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“What’s he look like?” Cayden asked.
I explained as I slid into my car and sped out of my driveway.
The gate was luckily opened way before I got there, and I was accelerating down the road seconds after that.
“If I see him come out not in handcuffs, I’ll handle it,” he said.
“I don’t want him in handcuffs,” I snarled.
“He’s getting them,” Cayden mused. “Lots of police activity already.”
Fuck.
“Fuck,” I repeated my thoughts. “Just make sure that he doesn’t drive off by himself.”
“I will,” Cayden said. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and they’ll leave together.”
“Maybe we will.” I hung up.
My phone rang a few seconds after hanging up with Cayden, and I answered it on the car’s Bluetooth.
“They’re doing CPR on her.”
Nastya.
My stomach sank.
I’d expected her to be hurt. No one could take a chair to the face and not be.
But CPR?
“They tried to do the Heimlich on her for a few seconds right when we got here, then they put her onto her back and started CPR,” Milena said.
“Fuck.”
For the next fifteen minutes I listened as my sisters told me exactly what happened.
The first two moments there was CPR being done by the superintendent.
The next three there were medics who continued the CPR.
The next ten minutes were nothing because she’d been taken from the room.
My phone rang as I took the final turn that would take me to the school.
“They’re taking her to the hospital,” Cayden said. “Ambulance just left.”
“I…” The ambulance passed me with lights and sirens, and I cut off eight people as I made a U-turn from the far-right lane.
I sped up and hauled ass right along with the ambulance.
Since I was following so closely, no one got in my way, and I arrived and parked illegally seconds after the ambulance.
Running toward where they were unloading her from the back of the ambulance, I was one hundred percent surprised to find them moving a lot more slowly than I expected.
The reason for that was evident seconds later when I got close enough to see her eyes open.
Well, one of them.
The left one was fully swollen shut.
Her face was covered in blood.
But she was awake and alive.
Fuck.
I placed my hand over my heart as I came up to her side, my hand grabbing for hers.
She turned her face on the gurney and croaked. “’mkay.”
She was okay.
Well, that I didn’t believe.
“What’s going on?” I asked the medic that was closest to me.
“She had a piece of celery lodged in her windpipe. As soon as we were able to dislodge it we got her breathing again. At first we were worried about oxygen deprivation, but she’s answering all questions coherently. The chair to the face is what we’re worried about now,” he answered.
The next several minutes were spent with doctors and nurses working to clean her face up well enough to see it.
She had several X-rays done, and it was determined that her left cheekbone had been shattered.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
She squeezed my hand tighter in thanks.
“It means that we wait and see pretty much. The bone will repair itself, but there’s really nothing we can do for it at this moment in time. We need to see how it repairs, and then we might address any other issues later if they affect appearances,” Dr. Murchen replied.
I looked down at Brecken to see the dismay clearly written all over her face.
“We’ll wait and see,” I said. “You won’t have to worry.”
I watched a tear slip down her cheek.
That anger only rose.
The doctor left seconds later at the same time my phone rang.
I looked down to see Cayden’s name on the screen.
“Cayden,” I said.
“Answer,” she urged.
I did, placing it to my ear since we were in the middle of the emergency room.
“Your girl have brothers?” Cayden asked.
“Yes,” I answered, studying my girl.
“They’re taking care of the business you asked me to.” Cayden laughed. “Very, very well.”
I felt an instant surge of excitement.
“Make sure they don’t get in trouble,” I encouraged.
“Oh, they are playing it very smart,” he said. “They picked him up from the station, pretending to be the lawyer.”
“How do you know they pretended to be the lawyer?” I wondered.
“They bailed him out of jail using the lawyer’s name. Dressed fully as the lawyer. One of them even shaved his beard for the occasion. Looks just like him, to be honest. I’m comparing notes to the dude in my seat, and they could definitely pass as twins in their suits.”
“Fuck.” I laughed.
“Cops let him get bailed out and sent him on his way. Not even the ex questioned it until he got in the car with the other three.” He laughed again.
Smiling, I said, “Let me know if you need anything.”
“I won’t.” He hung up.
Just as the phone hit the inside of my pocket, the doors were thrown open wide, and JJ and McCoy were there.