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Jameson nodded numbly. Ryan was right. He wasn’t doing any good. He was a liability in this condition. Walking out of the hospital, he climbed into his SUV.
But he didn’t head to his empty apartment. He couldn’t handle it. Didn’t know what he might do there on his own. As he drove up to the gate where Ian and Jack were, his headlights picked up something on the ground.
Fuck. That wasn’t a something. That was a someone.
Parking, he jumped out and raced over to the person. A woman. With dark hair. Dressed in black.
“Oh God. Oh fuck. Please be alive. Please, be fucking alive.” He turned her over carefully.
Tears filled his eyes, spilling down his cheeks at her moan.
“Oh, sweetheart. What did they do to you?” He couldn’t make out too much. But she looked rough. Beaten up. Dirty. Her clothes torn.
Then her eyes opened and she stared up at him. “J-Jameson. Want . . . want . . .”
“It’s all right, sweetie. I’m going to get you whatever you want for the rest of your life. You tell me, I’ll make it happen. For now, though, we need to get you to the hospital.”
“No!” she cried out as he reached down to pick her up.
“What is it? Are you in pain? Where does it hurt?” Fuck, what was wrong with him? He needed to assess her before moving her.
“I’m . . . I’m fine. H-home.”
“Sweetheart, I’ll get Ian and Jack to meet us there.”
“N-no. Please, Jameson.”
He closed his eyes, breathed in deeply, then let it out slowly. The hospital might not be safe anyway.
“I’ll take you home to them. But,” he added sternly as she let out a small sigh, “you will let me examine you. And if you need to go to the hospital, it will be happening. You will do everything I tell you.”
“So bossy.”
He stiffened. Hell. He was acting like she belonged to him. And he had no right. Not yet.
“Lucky for you, I like bossy.”
“I’m going to lift you now.” He picked her up. He didn’t want to let her go. Even for the short drive to the house. But he had to. He sat her in the passenger seat, carefully putting the belt on her. She let out a small whimper as he stepped away.
“Hey, what is it?”
“Don’t leave me.” Her hand reached out to grab his. He could see her better now and he hated what he saw. One eye was swollen, she could only open it slightly. The skin around her wrists was rubbed raw. She was breathing shallowly and was extremely pale with red spots on her cheeks.
Was she running a fever? He put the back of his hand on her forehead and swore softly.
“When was the last time you ate or drank, precious girl?”
“I’m not precious.”
“Yeah, you are. And you’re about to find out just how precious you are to us. I mean to Ian and Jack.”
“Not you,” she whispered.
Did she sound sad?
“I don’t know you as well.” He lightly brushed the hair from her forehead. “But I think that when I do, then you will become my whole world.”
“I think I’m hallucinating again.”
