I put my foot down harder, shoot through a red light and lean on the horn, forcing another car to slam on the brakes before it enters my lane.
They blast their horn back at me.
I couldn’t give less of a fuck.
Keeping one hand on the wheel, I dial Ido.
The call rings, and bloody rings.
Then he answers, but he doesn’t say a word.
“Are you alone?”
“No.”
I grit my teeth. “Who are you with?”
“Eleanor.”
“I need a favour.”
Silence.
“I need you to go to my father’s estate. Now. I need you to make sure he doesn’t regain consciousness, call for help or disappear before I get there. Take him somewhere secure. A basement, a warehouse. I don’t care. Just keep him there until I deal with him myself.”
“No involving the Bratva?”
“No,” I grit out. “Not yet. He’s part of the Ferrum Syndicate. The others will ask questions. Just do as I say and I’ll deal with everything later.”
The line goes dead.
I immediately call Harry and give him the details, instructing him to meet Ido at the estate and make sure everything goes according to plan.
The entire drive, I keep one hand on the wheel and the fingers of the other pressed on Piper’s pulse point.
I need the constant reminder that it’s still there.
My stomach drops when I look at Piper and find her forehead slick with sweat.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
A few minutes later, I pull up outside a small private hospital.
It’s not the best in the city, but it’s the nearest to the estate, and more importantly, it’s one I’ve used before, and the staff know who I am.
And they know to keep their mouths shut.
Which is exactly what I need right now.
After that, I’ll deal with the clusterfuck waiting for me.
Right now, I just need Piper safe.
Alive.
