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We got to her in time.
What the actual fuck?
“What about my son?” Rhiannon asks, voice trembling. “Is he okay?”
“He’s going to be okay too.” Tanaka frowns at us. “I’m not going to sugarcoat it. They went through an ordeal, but they’ve both made it to the other side. They’ll need family support to get them through the mental anguish they’ve experienced.”
I feel sick to my stomach.
“Spit it out, man,” I choke out. “You’re freaking me the fuck out.”
“One of the detectives lured Sloane to the biker compound with the promise of a lead on Trevor. When she arrived, she was ambushed.”
Ambushed.
My knees buckle, but my sister hooks her arm in mine to keep me steady.
“Both Trevor and Sloane were assaulted,” Tanaka grits out, eyes flashing with fury on their behalf. “The degree and specifics will be up to them to share.”
“So let me get this straight,” I growl. “You were harassing my girl because you thought she was doing something shady and all along it was someone else?”
Tanaka’s head bows and his black eyebrows pinch together. “Unfortunately, yes.”
“Where is that fucker who tricked you all? I’m going to fucking hurt him.”
Gemma tightens her hold on my arm. “Dempsey, don’t.”
“You can’t,” Tanaka says with a shake of his head. “He’s been arrested along with every person involved.” He meets my furious glare. “I understand you’re angry. I’m angry too. I feel like I was fooled. But, in the end, we got the bad guys, and Sloane and Trevor are going to be okay. It’s the best outcome we could have asked for.”
“I want to see my son,” Rhiannon says. “Please.”
Tanaka turns on his heel, gesturing for us to follow him. We walk past the receptionist—a different one than the one I’d flipped out on last time—and toward the ER. Once there, he guides us to where Trevor and Sloane are in beds in the same area, their curtain pulled back so they can see each other.
I stumble to a stop when I see her bruised face and wrapped head. She also has a bandage on her wrist. Her hair is sweaty, bloody, and covered with bits of hay. What the hell happened to my girl?
When she sees me, her tough, stoic expression crumbles. I’m by her side before the first tear drips from her jaw. Gently, I take her hand in mine and lean forward to press a whisper of a kiss on her battered face.
“This job of yours sucks,” I whisper, voice thick with emotion. “Like, it really, really fucking sucks.”
She barks out a teary laugh. “Would you believe up until we started seeing each other, it was actually kind of boring?”
“What are you saying?” I grumble, “Am I your bad luck charm?”
“There’s not a bad thing about you, Dempsey.”
After several minutes, once Sloane has calmed down, I tear my gaze from hers to check in on Trevor. His face is a lot worse looking than his aunt’s. Rhiannon has crawled into the bed with her son, holding him like he’s three and not a grown-ass man like myself. Kaden, Lucy, and Gemma all hover nearby, their worried glances bouncing between Sloane and Trevor.
“What happened?” I ask, turning back to study Sloane. “Tell me everything.”
She sniffles, not meeting my stare. “I stupidly went chasing after something that felt way too easy and too good to be true. I knew, in my gut, that it was a bad idea, but I went anyway.”
I bring her hand to my lips and kiss it. “That’s just you, babe. It’s not a bad thing. You’re a cop. You chase down leads. You’re also an aunt who cares about her family. Anyone in your place would’ve done the same.”
Her smile is sweet. “Thank you.”
“So tell me when it went downhill.”
“Bishop, that lying sack of shit, brought me into another trap they’d sprung for me. This time, they caught me right where they wanted me.” Her chin quivers. “I saw Trevor and he was emaciated. I was so relieved but also terrified at seeing him in such a state that I blindly ran for him. Someone hit me from behind and I woke up handcuffed to a pipe.”
