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I rounded a corner and walked into one of the berthing suites to find my Tessa unconscious, with a fucking knife in her stomach and a needle still in her arm. Holstering my gun, Maxim removed the needle before we carefully removed the restraints holding her to the cross. Gathering her in my arms, I gently laid her down on the floor.
“Leave the knife in,” Maxim muttered, reaching for a blanket to cover her bruised and battered body.
Checking for a pulse, I cursed, “Fuck. Her pulse is racing.”
“It’s the heroine. We need to get her to the hospital fast.”
“Mercy said the ambulance is on the way,” Storm advised, walking into the room. “Petrovitch got away.”
I wanted to care, but I couldn’t. All I could think about was my beautiful Tessa and what the son of a bitch did to her.
How was she ever going to forgive me for this?
Chapter Thirty-One
Montana
“I’ve put her into a medically induced comma…” I barely heard August say, as he continued to rattle on about the damage that motherfucker did to her beautiful body. I didn’t need a rundown. I could see the damage clearly. There wasn’t a fucking spot on her body that wasn’t bruised, cut or broken. How she survived, I would never know. The pain she must have felt would have brought down the strongest of men, but my woman endured.
She survived.
A fighter till the end.
Hours turned into days. Days turned into weeks. Through it all, I never left her side. I couldn’t. She was lying in that bed because of me. The least I could do was sit with her and wait for her condemnation.
I stayed with her the whole time, even with the paramedics rushing her to the hospital. People came and went, but I stayed.
I couldn’t leave her.
I trusted no one.
Not even my club brothers.
All I ever wanted was to love her.
Instead, I broke her.
My hands shook as images of her on that fucking cross filtered into my head. My constant nightmare. I couldn’t shake it.
Getting to my feet, I walked over to the window in her private room and watched the city I loved so much and wondered if it was all worth it. Everything I’ve ever done, I did with one thing in mind. How would it benefit me? What gains could I achieve? I never cared about the ramifications of my actions. Then Tessa showed up and shit I never cared about before, now mattered. I didn’t know how to be anything but the man I was.
A criminal.
I lived by a strict set of rules. Rules created that swayed in my favor. She never balked. She accepted those rules and did her best to live by them until she couldn’t anymore. And instead of giving an inch, I demanded her obedience until she said no more.
That should have been the end of it.
I should have known better.
The only end in my line of work was death.
Looking down on my city, I sighed as my phone buzzed. Grabbing it, intending to turn it off, I saw the text icon. Remembering the missed texts, I walked back over to the chair next to her bed and sat.
Opening the app, I read:
Friday, June 2nd@ 10:17am:Montana, we need to talk. I know the truth. Please call me back.
Friday, June 2nd@ 10:45am:If you don’t want to call, then text me. I need to talk to you.
