Page 202 of Off Limits Mogul

“Let’s go. I’ll drive you.”

I swallow before I can open my mouth. “I drove here.” My voice is monotone.

“You’re in no condition to drive, Rhys.”

I clear my throat. “You’re right. I can’t.”…because I’m obliterated.

The half-hour bumper-to-bumper ride is excruciating.

My stomach is tied up in a ball of nerves. I can’t even talk.

Piers doesn’t attempt to fill the silence.

He leaves me be with my thoughts.

Bless him.

Noah was on set when I called. It went straight to voicemail, so I texted him. He got back to me. He’s making arrangements to return to Los Angeles. I also called my mom, Arianne, and Beckett. They’re all meeting me at the hospital.

I let my mind wander.

Shane said she’s alive, but will she be okay?

Spinal injury?

Fuck.

It’s not like Shane has a medical degree. What if he’s way off base? What if things were to take a turn for the worse?

Noah wouldn’t survive this.

I let out a heavy sigh.

“She’s alive, Rhys. That’s all that counts.” Piers says as if he can read my thoughts. While we were making our way to his car, I filled him in on what Shane shared with me. “If you’re not happy with UCLA Medical Center, you have the means and influence to get her the best care in the country.”

He keeps driving.

My mind keeps going to dark places.

When we arrive at the hospital, a wall of reporters awaits. The minute they see us approaching, they rush towards us, and chaos reigns supreme in the parking lot.

I blink and shield my eyes as the night sky lights up like Christmas when the camera flashes burst to life. The reporters shout questions all at once, waving recording devices in my face.

Fucking vultures.

I lift a hand up. “Back off.”

They come at me with more determination.

“Back the fuck off.” Piers’s voice booms so loud, a few reporters jerk back. “I understand you have a job to do, but give the man a chance to breathe. He hasn’t even set foot inside the hospital. How the hell can he answer your fucking stupid questions?”

That does it.

Standing five feet ten, Piers might not be as menacing as Noah, but when he adds thatdon’t fuck with megrit to his voice, you better get the hell out of his way.

I nod my appreciation.

He nods back.