Page 8 of I Saved Him Too

“I’m going to have to ask all of you to leave,” the nurse demands.

“I’m not leaving her,” I shoot back.

The nurse sighs.

“It’s okay. He can stay, we’re leaving,” Carter interjects.

“Fine. But she needs her rest. I’ll be back to check on her.” The nurse gives me a pointed look before leaving the room.

“Turn around,” Carter instructs Seb.

“What are you doing? Why are you cuffing him?” I ask Carter.

“Murder,” Seb says calmly.

“Murder? Hesavedus. Frankie was going to kill Shorty,” I say defensively.

“No one is charging anyone with murder,” Carter says with a sigh. “I’m taking him down for questioning.”

“It’s alright, D. Can you call the guys and let them know to meet me at the station?”

“Yeah, man,” I say with a nod.

Seb’s eyes, full of sorrow, linger on Shorty before he turns back to me. “Take care of our girl. She’s going to need you more than ever.”

Carter leads Seb out of the room, and Paloma follows behind but not before she gives me and Shorty a small sad smile.

I run my hands down my face and turn to Shorty.

Despite the messy curls on her head and her face blotchy from crying, she still looks beautiful.

Painfully beautiful.

I lay beside her, wrapping my arms around her waist, careful not to hurt her. Only the soft sounds of her heartbeat and the machine’s beeping can be heard. Her chest rises and falls at a steady pace. I can feel the pain vibrating from her pores.

Suddenly, the adrenaline I’d been running on evaporates and a bomb of agony explodes in my heart. I bury my head in Shorty’s neck and cry. Eyes burning like acid, I can’t stop the tears from falling.

I tell Shorty the only thing I can think of after receiving blow after blow. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

Chapter 3-Sebastian

I have to take a piss, but these cocksuckers won’t let me out of this cold-ass room. I’m tempted to whip my dick out and do my business in the corner.

I glance around the room, looking for cameras, but don’t see any. Just a two-way mirror that tells me someone is behind the glass…watching me. I hear the soft hum from the lights above me and nothing else.

After the cops arrived on the scene, they brought me in for questioning. One of the cops read me my rights and cuffed me like a criminal. Maybe I am since it was my gun that shot him in the head.

Ask me if I give a fuck.

I didn’t hesitate to take Frankie and his guys out after seeing Shorty and Tia tied up and looking lifeless on the dirty floor. An image that will forever haunt my ass.

When we heard the sirens, I didn’t want my guys to get caught in the crossfire, so I forced them to leave, much to their protest. But I didn’t give them a choice because onlyoneof us had to take the blame. And I wouldn’t regret it.

The door opens, and Detective Carter enters the room with his partner. The other man throws a file on the steel table and sits across from me. He crosses his arms and stares at me as if trying to intimidate me. It’s hilarious if he thinks it’s going to work.

Newsflash—it doesn’t.

“Why were you at the warehouse?” Douchebag asks.

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