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Cole expelled a deep breath. “Maybe.”
I narrowed my eyes on him.
“But we’ll fix her.” It grew quiet between us for a minute. “You’ll fix her.”
Yes. Because we all knew that a sweet, loving woman like Harlow would come away from spending any time with a bastard like Bronx a broken woman.
Chapter 25
Harlow
Ohmygod!I stared down at Tag with horror. He was pale and sweaty, and when I placed a hand on his forehead, I knew that he was feverish. His breath was heavy and irregular as well. It was clear that he had an infection somewhere in his body. There was a bandage wrapped around his head that covered both of his eyes, and another one around his upper arm and shoulder. It was dry, thank God, and I didn’t see any sign of blood. There was a heavier bandage taped to his side that appeared dirty and revealed minor signs of leakage. But the worst of all his injuries was the amputation of his left leg below the knee. It was wrapped, but the bandage was soaked with a thick, foul smelling, yellowish substance. Purulent drainage was a clear sign of infection. Tag was in serious trouble.
I couldn’t contain my irritation. “Why is this man not in a hospital?” I gently pulled back some of the bandage on his leg to get a look at what I was dealing with. The sutures had come out, leaving the incision open. Tag groaned and began to fidget. My gaze lifted to the man on the opposite side of the bed from me.
He brushed off my anger. “He was.” He offered up no further explanation.
“The hospital didn’t release him, did they?” I waited for him to respond to my accusation, but he didn’t. “You took him out too soon!”
“You’re here to treat him, so get to it.” There wasn’t an ounce of regret or worry in his tone.
“Look at him!” I hissed. Tag was shivering with chills and mumbling incoherently. “He needs to be in a hospital where they can give him proper care. He needs pain meds, fluids, and antibiotics. Do you have any of that here?” I didn’t even try to disguise the disgust in my tone.
“Told you you should of left him,” Tamara sneered from somewhere behind me. “But you never listen to me.”
I turned my head to see her relaxing on a sofa, legs crossed, with one of them swinging as she held a drink in her hands. She’d cleaned up a little, but the stilettos were a little over the top with her ruffled tube top and cut off shorts.
Her comment pissed Bronx off. “Shut it, bitch! You’re only good for fucking.”
She laughed at that. “Only when you don’t have a little girl around.”
Bronx’s expression turned deadly, and I felt a moment of alarm for Tamara. “Desert Rebels were there, waiting to ambush us!” Spit flew out of his mouth. “Got him out to save him.”
I looked back and forth between them as they argued, and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Monk was off to the side, leaning against a doorway with a smug grin on his face and his arms crossed, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. I didn’t know who I was afraid of more, including the woman.
Bronx’s gaze swung back to me. “Fix him.”
