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My sister clutches Addie’s hand, united against me, him, hell everyone. Despite her daze, Addie seems to like the affection. Another clue to her personality emerges from her welcoming Chelsea’s smothering. From her description, her mother was never a mother.
I trust Doc C, but he’s used to dealing with gun shots, broken bones, and knife wounds, not dainty women who’ve been mistreated. So, my sister’s going to supervise while I deal with Brody.
Addie
The older man frowns down at me. He doesn’t seem angry. Instead, he appears more perplexed as to why he’s been summoned to examine me when I’m perfectly fine.
“Please show me where you were injured.”
His hands remain at his sides, as if he’s afraid to touch me. He’s probably terrified, working for Titan. Not sure how a doctor can treat patients without touching them, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t need anything. “Thanks, but I’m okay.”
Chelsea squeezes my fingers and gently pushes some of the hair off my cheek. The same hair Titan grabbed a few minutes ago. My body flushes from the thought, and I start shaking again.
And not from fear.
“She’s not okay. They shoved her to the ground and attacked her!”
My new friend’s flare for the dramatic showcases itself in her breathless announcement. She drops my hand and acts out a scenario that never happened with her pretending to toss someone to the carpet, kicking and stomping the invisible victim.
Her enthusiasm riles up Pete, who wants to join in the show. Full of crazy gusto, he barks and paws at the comforter, rocking back and forth on his legs trying to decide if he should jump off or not.
I guess the physician doesn’t enjoy her histrionics as much as my dog. He clears his throat and looks back at me, waiting for a response. Fine. I’ll tell him what he can help me with. “I’m a prisoner here. I want to leave, and Titan won’t let me go.”
“Yes, miss. I’m aware.”
Chelsea instantly ends her play and shakes her head at me. Genuine worry lines her flawless face. “No! Don’t leave. I’ll miss you too much!”
Not sure how that’s possible since we just met but I do appreciate the sweet sentiment. Ignoring her forlorn expression, I keep going, trying to get through to him.
“He killed a man downstairs in the driveway. Shot him right in the head.”
No gasp.
No outrage.
No shock.
The physician just nods.
“I’m sure he deserved it.”
What the hell? “Don’t you think you should call the police or something?”
The same disinterest colors his tone. “The police work for Mr. Gallo.”
“So, you’re not going to help me?”
“I would if you’d show me where you’re hurt.”
Now he’s aggravated? Unbelievable.
He keeps his voice level probably fearful of Titan’s wrath, but I can tell he’s irritated I’m resisting him checking me over.
Well, I’m annoyed too. I jerk up my sleeve and show him the burgeoning bruises. The red finger-shaped marks wrap around my bicep. “Fine! Is this what you wanted to see?”
With the lightest of touches, he rubs the contusions and presses against the swelling.
“I was right. He deserved to die.”
