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“I need eyes and ears on the ground. He took my woman. Get everyone on board. I don’t fucking care if they are high or not, just get it done,” I command into the phone, feeling my pulse pound in my eardrum.
“Who has your queen, boss?” he asks a second later, likely in shock that someone would think of taking my queen away from me.
“Dirty, greasy blonde. Cold, dead blue eyes and the Prez of the Joker Demons. Kill the fucker on sight, but make sure Tillie is on-site first before shots are fired. She’s my number one priority. Spread the word ‘shoot to kill’. His name is Cruz.” I lean over Rig as I put the phone on speaker and lift his eyelid to see how responsive he is.
Wide brown eyes, so much like my mama’s eyes, look back at me, dilated but coherent.
“Whe- where am I?” Rig asks in panic, his voice croaking and dry lips probably from dehydration.
Damn. He looks like he’s seconds away from the grave. He’s malnourished, bruised, and weak as a newborn cow, with deep bruising and sunken eyes.
“You’ll be okay, Rig. Try to stay calm.” Logan finallyspeaks, shaking his head and inhaling loudly to stay in control.
“Get someone over to Jin’s dojo quickly. Rig needs medical attention, an IV bag, pain medications, and a fucking therapist after being in Cruz's hands for so long. A blood transfusion is also required, since he is bleeding profusely from a severed finger," I bark out order after order, because I’m not letting this man die on me.
Tillie needs him.
“How-how do you kno-know me?” Rig asks warily, tired, as he shifts his nervous gaze back and forth between Logan and me.
“We, uh, know Tillie,” Logan coughs out, looking away and making it awkward as hell.
“My daughter. He has her. Please. Don’t let him hurt her anymore. Please. I’ll do anything, but don’t let my daughter suffer anymore.” Rig sobs and coughs on a wet inhale with lungs that don’t sound so good.
“We’ll take care of Cruz. Can you tell us anything about where you’ve been?” I ask as patiently as possible, while glancing at my wristwatch.
It’s been ten minutes. She can be anywhere.
God, please.
I’m only asking for this one-time prayer. Please don’t take her away from me. I love her. I need her like I need oxygen—that deep part inside me that only allows me to breathe when she’s near.
“S-so colddd. Sal-salt. A loud eng-engine.” Rig trembles out weakly, lifting his hand to grasp my arm as he tries to lift his upper body off the ground.
“Calm, amigo. Breathe slowly, in and out,” I whisper, placing my hand over his thin, papery forearm and looking him in the eye until he starts to breathe easier.
“Nicky might be able to track her down.” I lift a brow at Logan, confused, but don’t ask because I don’t give a shit as long as he has a way of finding her.
“Less than five minutes out, boss,” Gabriel mumbles quietly through the phone, having listened to the whole exchange.
“Drive faster. We are heading out in less than a minute tops.” I reply and hang up without waiting for an answer; he will make it happen because I said so.
“She’s not here. Cruz. Get downstairs now and pull up the app to track her.” Logan speaks harshly into the phone with glazed eyes, staring intently out the window before going pale.
“Fuck!” he shouts suddenly, picking up the nearest object, which happens to be a metal chair, and throwing it at the window behind me.
The tinkling of glass at my back doesn’t surprise me. Witnessing Logan’s rage is like looking at a calm and cool gorilla in its environment until something or someone disturbs the creature. Anyone in its path will most likely die as it destroys and kills until it feels safe again.
“Feel better?” I ask dryly, ignoring him as he scuffs beside me as I look over Rig’s injuries.
He’ll live. That’s all that matters.
“Stay alive for her, old man. You’ll see her soon, and she’s going to fuss over you, so get better. She doesn’t need to worry anymore,” I address Rig as he nods his head weakly and slumps on the floor with a quiet groan of defeat.
“Tell her I love her, will you?” he croaks out and stares up at me pleadingly, his eyes so much like Tillie’s breaking my heart.
“Tell her yourself,” I say, hardening my voice so heknows that he can’t give up when he’s so close to having his daughter back in his life.
“I like you. Treat my girl well, and I won’t ever have to kill you,” he rasps out and closes his eyes on a deep breath, although the corner of his mouth lifts into a tiny smile as Logan opens his big mouth.
