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“He’s here,” I ground out, eyes searching through the crowd. To Max, I said, “He’s fucking here, and he just tried to kill him.”
“Call the cops,” Max said to someone as Lars wheezed.
To Wes, I said, “Get his coffee. Save it for the cops. It’s evidence.”
Lars’s lashes fluttered, and I bent close while still trying to give enough space for him to get all the air he needed.
“You’re okay, baby. It’s okay. You’re fine. Everything is fine.” I assured him, tears leaking from my eyes. “Stay with me.”
“Hey!”
Rush’s shout brought my head up. My eyes caught on movement across the pool where a man in a dark hoodie with the hood pulled up stood in the open glass door. He was partially angled away and peering around the hood, but I recognized him immediately.
I would never fail to recognize the person I hated most on this entire planet. The person who’d just tried to kill the one I loved most.
“Stop him!” Rush yelled as Oskar slipped out the door and darted away.
The urge to chase him down, to end his pathetic life, was so strong I started to stand. Lars made a weak sound, fingers reaching out.
I dropped back to my knees, the force of my fall rattling my bones.
“We got this,” Rush announced, and an entire group of Elite went running in nothing but Speedos out into the winter to stop a madman.
I bent over Lars, adjusting him so he was partly in my lap. “Someone get me a towel!” I called as I pushed the wet hair off his forehead and took in his swollen face and blue lips.
“Ah, baby. I’m sorry,” I rasped, curling around him as best I could. A few towels were draped over him and one around me, but I tugged it off my shoulders and laid it across him. I laid my hand on his chest just so I could feel its rise and fall, so I could assure myself he was breathing.
After what seemed like years, I felt his blue stare through those extremely swollen eyes.
“Stay with me.” His voice was nearly unrecognizable and weak, but it was the best sound I’d ever heard.
A sob broke in my throat, and I nodded. “Keep you mine,” I whispered.
A few minutes later, the paramedics arrived, and I had to move back to give them room to check his vitals and prepare to transfer him to the hospital.
He was on oxygen and being placed on a gurney when the glass doors across the room shuddered and a group of Elite stormed in.
Rush was in the center, dragging a clearly unconscious Oskar by the back of his hoodie. On either side of him were Jamie and Ryan. All the other Elite fanned out around them, making them look like a Speedo-wearing gang.
Moving as a unit, they walked partly around the pool, Oskar’s lower body dragging over the floor through random puddles. Rush stopped about halfway in and tossed his limp body on the ground to shake out his fist.
Without a word, Max left my side, boots stomping over the ground toward them. They parted when he approached and bent to check his pulse. “He’s alive,” he announced and then yanked Oskar half up off the floor and nailed him in the jaw.
“Really, Navarro?” Coach bitched.
“After what he did to my brothers? I’m a fucking saint.”
I grunted. He was right.
“We’re going to get him to the hospital now,” one of the medics announced.
“I’m coming with you,” I said, moving to his side and taking his hand.
On our way past, I glanced at Oskar—who had definitely taken a beating from Lars’s fellow Elite. He was bloodied, bruised, and I was pretty sure his nose was broken.
“We took turns,” Rush said.
“You mess with one of us, you mess with us all,” Ryan intoned.
