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Fucking Elliot Goodman.
I hope he rots in hell.
The bastard shot my woman and then tripped, squeezing the trigger on his fucking gun, firing into his chest. He got off way too fucking easy. I should have let the crow rip him to pieces. I sure wanted to but couldn’t do shit once I saw Callie had been shot.
I rushed her to the emergency room, but she never regained consciousness when we reached the hospital. They wheeled her away into surgery, and I never even fucking got to tell her that I loved her.
My heart felt heavy as I sank into the chair beside her bed, listening to the consistent beating of her heart on the monitor. For two days, she slept. Never once did she open her eyes.
The worst part? We never found Sadie. Or any hint about Agent Carson Phillips.
I knew Undertaker had her hidden away, but she wasn’t at the warehouse. It wasn’t an accident. Undertaker played us. He led us to the man we needed to take down, but he was only part of the problem.
The television anchored to the wall in Callie’s room flashed the latest headlines. For the last forty-eight hours, the media coverage of Mayor Elliot Goodman’s corruption scrolled across the screen. Every social media outlet in the country posted about his criminal activities and connection to the missing women in the Las Vegas area. Most people seemed shocked about it, and I heard the hospital staff gossiping.
Reaching for Callie’s hand, I held it, lightly rubbing the skin with my thumb. I didn’t care how long it took her to wake up, but I wasn’t leaving until she did.
Claw sat across from me, playing cards on a folding table we brought with us. I didn’t see the fun in Solitaire, but he seemed relaxed, so I didn’t give him shit about it. Out of all my brothers, it surprised me that he was the one who remained here. I knew he had a dark past and hated hospitals.
“You don’t have to stay, man.”
“I don’t mind.”
“It’s fucking boring.”
“So? I’m not a toddler. I don’t have to be entertained every minute of the fucking day.”
Says the guy who’s played with cards for the last five hours without stopping.
“Yeah, okay. Just makin’ sure.”
He smirked. “If you need a potty break or something, just let me know.”
“Fucker.”
He laughed, slapping more cards on the table.
The door opened, and a nurse entered. She glanced at us but stared at Claw for longer than seemed polite. Clearing her throat, she checked on the monitors.
“She’s stable. You sure you don’t want a snack or take a walk? I can keep an eye on her until you return,” she offered.
“No. I’m good. Appreciate the offer, though.”
“No problem.” Her gaze drifted to Claw again. “What about you? Anything I can get for you?”
If that wasn’t an open invitation, I didn’t know what could be.
Claw lifted his head, sliding his gaze over her body with unhurried pleasure. I supposed she was pretty enough, but I wasn’t interested. Claw rose to his feet. “Got a coffee machine?”
“Right this way.”
I chuckled as they left, knowing he probably planned to fuck her in some supply closet. A month ago, I would have done it and not thought twice.
Funny how life could change in an instant.
A soft sigh caught my attention, and I turned, hope flashing through my body like a heatwave. I nearly teared up when Callie opened her eyes, murmuring my name.
“Baby, you’re awake.”
