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He thought he had more time but that is the thing, time is precious and I’m not wasting it on this fucker, I need to find my girl.

“Brittany, stay in fucking Wincher, you are heavily pregnant, and that is an order!” Doc snaps before he says, “Thunder, the fucker didn’t have time to take her out of the building. We’ll split up with the Untamed and find Scottie. You, your dad, Dr. Thomas and Axel will be group one, so go wash your hands and begin your search. We’ll get prospects to put this fucker in a body bag.”

Flame adds, “I’ve already made it look like he’s run out on the hospital, after stealing everything from Rachel’s account, also ten grand from Lorenzo’s,” then mutters, “Sorry Lorenzo,” and my soon-to-be brother-in-law snorts, not offended by Flame's antics one bit.

“Son…” Dad rasps when I don’t say anything, and I grind my back teeth as I glare at the now dead Kavan before I spit on the fucker, then turn and storm out of the basement, grabbing my shirt and cut as I leave.

I’m coming, Scottie. I’ll fucking find you.

Chapter 23

Scottie

“Please,” I choke, then heave, the struggle to catch my breath hard, and I slam my hand against the door behind my head, but it doesn’t budge. A sob escapes as my hand throbs at the intensity of my hit.

I’m going to die, I don’t want to die, Sammie needs me.

“Bradley,” I cry, my voice croaky, and I shiver, the coldness of the room setting in.

I woke up maybe ten minutes ago after passing out, and my phone was dead, and everything has been silent.

No one has come into the room, no banging, no Kavan, and no Bradley, no one...

He hasn’t found me, and I’m struggling.

“Hello,” I call weakly, and I blink then blink again as tiredness hits, and I close my eyes, not willing to fight it, not willing to be conscious knowing I’m lying next to a deceased person in a metal confined box.

“Why are you in my ER again, Bradley?!” I snap as I close the curtain roughly behind me and I narrow my eyes at my boyfriend who grins wide like he isn’t sitting in my ER with a bleeding arm.

“I tripped in my tattoo room, and my arm hit the corner of the counter,” he lies, and I raise a brow at him.

“Who are you trying to fool?” I sigh. “This is the fifth time that you’ve ended up in the ER while I’m on shift. At home, you’re never clumsy.”

“Maybe I subconsciously missed you,” he says with a cocky smirk, and I narrow my eyes at him as he grabs my hips and pulls me close, but I’m not falling for it.

“You hurt yourself yet again to get my attention, didn’t you?” I say, and he grins, not denying my words, and I groan as my eyes go to his arm.

“You couldn’t just call?” I sigh, and he murmurs, “It isn’t the same,” as he gently rubs his nose against my neck sending tingles down my spine and I huff.

Damn, fricking man.

I choke as I blink, then blink again but no matter how many times I blink, I only see darkness, and I heave, the struggle for air becoming too much.

I’m suffocating. I – blackness takes hold again as I wheeze, but one person comes to mind, and my heart breaks because I don’t know if I’m strong enough to hold on as I let sleep take me again, my head fuzzy.

Sammie…

“Look, I don’t care what you have planned, Sammie needs a sitter and Mama has refused. So, you either watch him or I’ll leave him on your doorstep after you shut the door!” Rachel snaps, and I flare my nostrils as I grip the towel I have wrapped around me, fully aware that her husband is staring at me like he has a right.

Nearly three years, and I have managed to stay clear of my sister, my cheating ex and my parents. I’ve had Sammie once every few weeks on a weekend because it isn’t the boy’s fault what his parents did. But this is the first time my sister has shown up on my door after I refused to be her babysitter. I have study group and she threatened to abandon him. No, actually, she’s walking away, leaving Sammie sat on my doorstep, taking advantage of my shocked state that she was standing on my porch.

Mother…

“See you in three days,” Rachel says as she waves without looking back, then climbs into Kavan’s car, and he looks at me one last time before driving away, and I grit my teeth.

She did not just do that?

Who am I kidding, of course she did, she doesn’t care, all she wanted was what I had. She wanted to see me hurt and now she has a baby she doesn’t want. A baby she knew would trap Kavan and stop him from trying to win me back – not like I’d ever go there again.