Page 141 of The Billionaire Who Saved My Cat From The Mafia

Summer glares at Declan.

“What?”he yells.

Cal and Finn smack him on the back of the head.Under any other circumstance, I’d be laughing.

“Take a breath,” Victoria tells me in a severe tone.“You’re white as a sheet, K.”

“He’s still shaking,” Summer says.

Victoria reaches into a shopping bag and pulls out a Navy hoodie.My hoodie.

My sisters-in-law yank off my blood-soaked tee without asking and then shove the sweatshirt over my head.At least they allow me the dignity of putting my own arms into the sleeves and pulling the sweatshirt down to my waist.

Victoria then places a blanket over me and tucks it under my chin and around my shoulders.It’s my blanket.From my house.Only then do I check out what else they brought.

“I have your favorite,” Emma says.

I stare up at my three angels of mercy.“Which favorite?”I ask Emma.“Anything you make is my favorite.”

She leans down and kisses my left cheek.Victoria kisses the right.

Summer stands over me, smirking.“In your dreams,” she says.

And I almost smile.

“Fluids first,” Emma says, clapping her hands.

Summer marches over to Declan.“Hand it over, please.”Summer grabs a soda from Declan’s stash, which he doesn’t much like.

“Hey!I was gonna drink that!”he calls out.

Summer opens the pop top and hands the cold can to me.I chug the contents, and the rush of sugar and caffeine instantly makes me feel better.

“You’re all over the news,” Victoria says.“Well, not you, but your handiwork is.”

“True,” Evander says.“Half of Nevada’s most wanted captured in one fell swoop—most of them in body bags, but captured nonetheless.Six from the FBI’s and four from the DEA’s.

“They get all the credit,” Declan whines.

Evander scowls at him.“They get the credit, and we avoid prison.”

“Works for me,” Finn says.

Of course, Evander’s already got all the legal snags worked out and I’m sure Cal cleared the scene of anything and everything that smells of the MacLaine boys.Declan’s already stashed Mavis in the hangar, no doubt.

All of these details flash through my brain in a split second, crowded out by thoughts of Frankie.

I rode with her on the Medivac.The medics had to fight me to get me to remove my pressure on her belly.They got enough blood in her to keep her alive on the short flight, but there were a couple of moments when it was touch and go.

One of the medics kept eyeing me up and down, taking in my tactical night camo and armor.Finally, she asked me, “Was this some kind of military raid?”

“No,” I said.

When the medics would let me, I stroked Frankie’s hair and talked to her.The sight of her face was shocking.Koslov beat her to a pulp.He deserved what he got and far worse.

Phoebe returns, and everyone’s eyes track to her.

She scans the room for me, and when she shoots me a freckle-faced smile, I know that Frankie will make it.