Fuck, please be okay.
My muscles were tense, and I couldn’t draw in a decent breath. I kept seeing that guy touching her, kept seeing her sitting on the floor of a fucking bathroom, dazed and out of it.
Landon kept pace beside me, and I knew the rest of the gang wouldn’t be far behind.
“She’s going to be fine, Cole.”
“You don’t know that.”
He opened the front door to my place, flipping on lights. I strode straight to my bedroom and carefully laid her on the bed.
Her dress was ripped. She’d looked so pretty in it. She’d been having a nice time.
Fuck. I wanted to kill someone.
I really wanted to kill Chadwick Goodyear.
Landon sat on the bed beside Lili, opening his medical bag. “Breathe, Cole.”
“That fucker drugged her. If I’d been a few minutes later, he would have taken her.” She would have been gone, and I wouldhave been sitting there, drinking my goddamn beer, thinking about the sounds she’d made when I’d made her come.
My friend grabbed my wrist. “Breathe.”
I managed a breath. I watched as he checked Lili over.
My phone pinged and I yanked it out. “Nash is questioning that asshole. He confirmed that he gave her ketamine.” I resisted the urge to crush my phone into pieces.
Finally, Landon sat back. “She’s fine. She’ll sleep for a bit, and the drug will wear off in a couple of hours. She’s going to be tired and groggy, most likely. Sometimes people feel emotional and vulnerable after. Everyone reacts differently.”
I blew out a ragged breath.
My friend rose and clapped me on the shoulder. “Sit with her. We’ll be in the living room if you need anything.”
I sank onto the bed and carefully stroked her hair. When I ran a finger down her cheek, she turned her face into my palm, like a kitten seeking comfort.
“Damn, I’m sorry, Lili. I promised you wouldn’t get hurt again…” I ground my teeth together.
Her eyelids fluttered and then opened. Her eyes weren’t focused, but as she looked at me, she smiled. “Hey.”
“Hey, sunshine.” I stroked her hair. “You’re home. You’re safe.”
“I love your face.”
I blinked. “What?”
She lifted a hand and missed my face by inches. “Love all the rugged edges. Even your scars are sexy.”
I shook my head. I was pretty damn sure my scars were not sexy. I looked like a scary motherfucker.
“I really like your eyes. Like the ocean.”
“Baby…” I threaded my fingers through hers. God, this woman undid me.
“I like all of you. You look after me. No one ever has before.”
I felt that burn of anger again.
She let out a gusty sigh. “Tired.”
