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My head whipped to the side. Long-nurtured instincts of living on the streets kicked into high gear, and I came back around, swinging. Connected square with his stomach. Air whooshed from him on a grunt and he staggered backward as Doc yelled.
“I don’t care if you two beat the shit out of each other, but take it the fuck outside!”
Ignoring him, Celt barreled forward on the offensive. His fist flew toward me, missing my by only an inch as I ducked. He came forward again, untempered rage surging in his eyes. But he didn’t have his guard up, and I threw a punch that stopped him in his tracks. He smiled. The motherfucker smiled with blood on his teeth then grabbed me around the arms and shoulders and squeezed tight.
“Take off your fucking blinders.” I ducked again, but he came in with both fists. The second one caught me in the ribs. Goddamn cast slowed me too much. I grunted and said in a strangled voice, “I’m not the fucking rapist, you asshole. Do you seriously think I’d hang around and wait to be caught. Open your fucking eyes. The bastard you want is bleedin’ out on the shop floor.”
Celt eyed me suspiciously. “You better be telling me the truth for your sake, asshole. Show me.”
He pulled out his gun and grabbed my dead arm, wrenched it behind my back. I let out a long groan as the pain twisted like a knife under my shoulder blade.
“Boys,” Doc said, his tone as calm as a still lake but with enough command that it stopped us both. Freeze-fucking-frame.
“What?” Celt growled. He took a couple of ragged breaths and released my arm.
Doc cocked a brow and rubbed his Frankenstein beard. “Don’t need you messing up my work there, Celt,” he said, nodding toward my shoulder.
“Fuck my pain,” I growled. “Just make her better.”
Celt pushed on my arm, forcing me through the door to the shop area.
“Over there,” I nodded toward the body. “Shot the fucker. He’s dead.”
He looked a sorry sight with blood pooling under his head and his limp dick still flopped out of his pants.
Celt kept his gun trained on me as he inched toward the body. When he saw it fully, he holstered the gun and bent down.
“Luke fucking Weston. Always did have a hard on for my sister.”
“Yeah well, he won’t anymore. Heard Bou screaming while I was in the shower. Second I saw what this shit was doing to Bou, I popped his ass.
Comprehension finally dawned in his eyes.
“Shit man. Fuck!” He stood and ran his hands through his hair, before looking toward me. “About back there...”
“Water under the fucking bridge. I’d have done the same if I saw a naked guy over my sister. Hell, you showed more restraint than I would.”
“I’m going to have to call this in.”
Now it was my turn to run my hands through my hair. I did not need a murder investigation, even if I’d be cleared.
“Celt?” Doc appeared at the door. His eyes travelled to the body and widened slightly.
“How is she, Doc?” Celt and I chorused.
Doc put his bag away then leaned casually on his bike. “She’ll recover, physically. There are signs of rape, but no semen. Her face is wrecked. I put a couple of steri-strips over the split lips. She’ll need to soak in a warm bath to take care of the tears in her vaginal walls. Twice a day for a week, ten minutes each time.”
As he spoke, I committed his instructions to memory.
To the doctor, Celt said, “Great, let’s go get your van, so she doesn’t have to straddle a bike, and we can take her home.”
I swiveled my head and glared at him. I tamped my reaction and leaned against a nearby wall to take the pressure off my throbbing leg. Instead of outraged words, I tempered my voice. “Don’t think she’ll be game for that. I can look after her here.”
“No!” Celt stood up from the body and walked over to Doc and me. “I’m not leaving her alone.”
“She’s not going to be alone. I’ll be here.”
Celt narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, you were here earlier while Luke Weston was raping my baby sis.”
