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I ignored the pounding footsteps I could hear over my head. Men were yelling, informing us that the police had indeed arrived.
I scooped Chelsea into my arms, actually feeling relief when a painful whimper left her lips.
“She’s alive,” I told my brothers as I took off running up the staircase.
The scene that met me at the top didn’t surprise me. There was SWAT filling the hallway, loaded guns pointed directly at me.
“You bring an ambulance with you?” I questioned loudly. They looked at each other, I couldn’t see their faces, but I knew they were confused.
“Put Chelsea down, Optimus, and step away.” Deacon pushed his way through the crowd of men. He was decked out in full vest, clothing and crap that read DEA.
“Get me a fucking ambulance or she’s going to fucking die, and you know what,” I sneered. “I will hold you personally responsible.”
He stepped closer, lifting his dark glasses and gazing down at Chelsea who hung limp in my arms. “Who did this to her?”
“The same fucker who killed her parents, now get the fuck out of my way.”
I watched as he searched my face, maybe looking for some indication that I was lying. I was about to tear him a new asshole before he spun around and yelled at the men who filled the small hall.“Move.”They all stepped aside and he gestured with his head for me to follow as he ran for the door. I didn’t hesitate, readjusting my grip on her small body and dashing out after him. I looked around for an ambulance or medic, but the street was just filled with SWAT vehicles and cop cars.
“She needs a fucking hospital,” I yelled after him.
He pulled open the door of a large black car with tinted windows. “Get in! It will be faster if I just drive.”
I growled deep in my throat, not happy with leaving my men here to fend for themselves. But I had to have faith in them and I knew they wouldn’t want me to waste time and risk Chelsea not making it. I threw myself into the back of the car, pulling the door closed just in time as he sped away from the curb, lights, sirens and all.
The hospital wasn’t far, maybe five minutes if we had a good run. I just hoped she could hold on for that long.
I brushed my knuckles along the side of her face. “Come on, Blackbird. Fight it. Stay with me.” I felt myself choking up but forced it back down. I wouldn’t be weak. I would be strong for her. “What’s going to happen to my boys?” I asked, trying to keep my focus.
His eyes caught mine in the rear-view mirror. “Depends what was going on in that basement.”
“Marco DePalma, he’s been behind all of this shit.”
“The brother?” he asked, apparently surprised.
I nodded, not even sure if he was still looking at me. We were thrown side to side as he swerved through traffic and ran red lights.
“We didn’t kill Chelsea’s parents.” I didn’t care if he didn’t believe me. If he had any proof, someone would have been arrested fucking years ago. “What’s going to happen to my boys?” I repeated, sterner this time.
“If everyone who comes out of that place is alive—nothing.”
I nodded, hoping in my mind that Blizzard hadn’t lost the plot and killed Marco. I could see the pain in his eyes. He felt betrayed. He’d finally let himself feel something for a woman and she’d turned out to be the enemy.
It wasn’t going to be easy to pull him back from this one.
Not this time.
We finally pulled up to the front doors of the emergency room. There were doctors there waiting with a stretcher.
“My boys would have called ahead.” I threw myself out and Chelsea was quickly pulled from my grasp. I wanted to hold her, be with her. I had to fight with myself not to yell and scream at them.
This was their job.
Let them do it.
I chased after them as they flew through the doors, rushing Chelsea down a long corridor.
“I don’t have a pulse!” One of the doctors yelled.
