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I open the door and crawl to sit on the opposite side. Stryker and King carry Alexie over to the SUV and slide him across the seat. Reaching over, I place each hand under his arms and pull him towards me. Once his body is completely in the vehicle, I gently rest his head on my lap. Pressing my hands back onto his shoulder to apply pressure to his wound again. I lean forward, pressing my lips gently to his forehead, whispering, “I love you.”
Sitting in the backseat, I run my fingers through Alexie’s hair as Stryker speeds down the road. We should have arrived at the hospital by now. I look out the window, unfamiliar with the area we’re in. “Where are we?” I direct my question to Stryker.
His light gray eyes glance at me for a moment in the rearview mirror before turning their attention back to the road. “We can’t go to the hospital. There’s a safe house just up ahead,” he informs me in a cold tone.
“He needs a doctor, Stryker. I know a hospital is not the best option right now, but it’s the best chance he has to survive this.”
“I already messaged my guy, and the doctor should be at the house by the time we arrive. He deals with these types of things all the time. Don’t worry, Little Fox, he’ll get the best care,” Stryker tries to reassure me, but blood is still seeping through the shirt pressed to Alexie’s shoulder much too quickly. “Then we’re going to talk about who he is and whoyouare?” His eyes meet mine for another moment in the mirror.
“If he lives, I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” I say, turning my attention back to Alexie. He has to make it through this. He’s just lost so much blood already it’s making me nervous.
Stryker pulls onto the long driveway ten minutes later. I don’t recognize the house. It sits alone on a seemingly endless road surrounded by fields. No prying neighbors to be seen for miles. It’s a two story home with an attached garage. It looks well maintained, and the yard is landscaped nicely. There’s nothing to suggest someone doesn’t live here at all times. The SUV pulls into the garage, and the door closes behind us. An older man, maybe in his late sixties, comes through the door that leads into the house. I assume he’s the doctor.
“What have you got for me this time, Agent Stryker?” he asks.
“Gunshot to the shoulder. Nothing you haven’t seen a dozen times, right, Dr. Lewis?” Stryker quips.
As Stryker and King pull Alexie from the vehicle, Dr. Lewis steps forward to examine him. “Clean shot, but it looks like he’s been down for a while. Get him inside quickly and in the usual room. I’ve got everything already set up there,” Dr. Lewis instructs, stepping aside for King and Stryker to carry Alexie inside. I follow Dr. Lewis into the house.
They carry Alexie up the stairs, Stryker holding him under his arms and King at his feet again. I continue to trail behind them as they enter a bedroom. This room has clearly been used for medical purposes before. There are metal trays and carts against the wall and a bed in the middle of the room. Monitors are set up next to the bed, just waiting for a patient. Stryker and King lay Alexie on the bed. Stryker grabs the vital signs monitor and hooks the wires to Alexie. Once he’s done, he steps away from the bed and leans against the wall.
King moves behind me to stand in the doorway. I glance in his direction, and he’s looking back at me.Don’t worry, asshole. I’m not running anywhere.Stryker’s standing on the opposite side of the bed when we hear the front door burst open downstairs.
“I should warn you, Little Fox. The team knows what happened, and let’s just say not everyone will be so calm about it,” Stryker warns me.
That’s when I hear Marcela. “Where the fuck is she? That lying, two-faced bitch! Nat, or whoever the fuck you are, get your ass down here now!”
I turn towards the door, but King’s still standing there, blocking it. He turns to the side and raises his arm in a motion that encourages me to walk past him. “Go ahead, Luci. This should be entertaining.”
“I need everyone to leave now,” Dr. Lewis demands. “It needs to be quiet in here while I work.” Looking back over my shoulder, I see the doctor standing over Alexie. I can’t see what he’s holding or doing, but the monitors are beeping to let me know Alexie’s still alive.
Turning back in King’s direction, I walk out the door. Before I can make it to the stairs, King tightly grips my arm. “Don’t even think about it. You’re not going anywhere at the moment. You’ll get your chance to talk to Marcela. She sure has a fuck-ton to say. Everything she says to you, I just want you to know that you deserve every word.”
I know he’s right, and I knew they would get hurt. Denial was my only comfort that maybe this day could’ve been avoided.Trying to loosen King’s grip, I jerk my arm away from him. “You don’t think I know that. I never wanted anyone to get hurt. This was about finding my family, and that’s it,” I retort curtly.
“King,” Stryker starts as he exits Alexie’s room, “get her downstairs and locked up now.” He turns away from me and starts walking back into the room.
“What do you mean loc–” Before I can even finish my sentence, King is gripping my arm tighter and starts walking downstairs, dragging me behind him.
“King, let go of me! You can’t lock me up!” I shout as I swing at his arm and back with my free hand. I try to grip onto a passing doorway to keep King from dragging me forward, but he steps back and easily pries my hand off the doorway.
“Don’t make this any harder. What did you fucking think would happen?” King snarls at me.
As he continues to pull me forward and down the stairs, I hear Marcela going off about me. As we reach the bottom of the stairs and round the corner, we enter a living room. Marcela is pacing with her hands flailing in the air. “That conniving bitch, when I get my hands–” She pauses and glares at me as we enter the room. She moves in our direction, but Conrad quickly pushes himself off the couch, jumping in front of her.
“Marcela, stop,” Conrad tells her. “Let’s figure out what’s going on before you do anything.” Marcela just continues to glare at me over Conrad’s shoulder.
Marcela throws her hands up in the air. “Fine! But when we find out that bitch is responsible for today, then I get her first.” Marcela moves towards the fireplace on the opposite wall and leans against the mantle.
Oh, my god! BJ!“Is there any word about BJ?” I plead to Marcela and Conrad.
“We haven’t found her yet,” Conrad says in a low voice, but he never turns around to face me.
“Conrad, please–” He walks out of the living room before I can ask him to talk to me. Marcela follows behind him, staring daggers at me the entire time.
King tugs on my arm, saying “Let’s go, Luci.” Feeling completely defeated, I let him take me wherever we’re going.
Opening a door that leads to the basement, he leads me down some more stairs. He was right;I deserve this.However, once we hit the bottom step, I see a jail cell set up in the corner of the room. “King, no!” I yell as I try to once again pull myself out of his grip.
