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She’s full of shit. Her bravado is all show, but still… Hurting women isn’t something I do. Threatening them into submission, sure, but knocking this one unconscious so that Jaxon can finish his job and we can make a clean escape? I’m not thrilled about the idea. But this is for Olivia. I don’t really have a choice.
As I raise my arm to knock her unconscious, another nurse comes in, but this one isn’t a complete stranger. “Luca?”
I swear the universe is trying to ruin my life. I don’t know what I did to piss her off, but I need to fucking fix things before shit gets worse.
It’s the woman who called me for Olivia from the train stop. Her surprised gaze shifts between me and her co-worker, then to Jaxon. “What’s going on here?”
“I’m trying to find who hurt Olivia,” I say, hoping she’ll be sympathetic to the situation.
Her face doesn’t soften like I hope. “Did you take her to a hospital like I suggested?”
“I had a private doctor attend to her,” I say, not letting go of the woman in front of me in case the situation continues to get worse. “She’s resting at home as we speak.”
“Uh huh,” she replies. “I did a little research on you,Luca Monroe. Something tells me that the media finding out you’re assaulting nurses wouldn’t be good for business.”
I should have fucking killed her when I had the chance. I don’t take being threatened lightly. It’s the one thing I hate more than hurting a woman who doesn’t necessarily deserve my wrath just because she’s doing her job.
My hold remains on the quiet nurse as I stare down the other. “You work in the ER. You see plenty of people with ill intentions in here who don’t deserve to be helped, but still, you save their lives. Just look the other way and let me do my job to save someone else’s life. Olivia isn’t the only one this person intends to hurt.”
The woman in front of me tilts her head. “Are you talking about Olivia Danes?”
“How the fuck do you know who she is?” I sneer.
She swallows thickly, finally finding the proper amount of fear for the situation. “I don’t know her, but I helped someone who does. He said if anyone came in looking for her that I was to give them a note.”
“Who?” I demand.
But it’s not the nurse that answers. It’s Jaxon. “Bryson Holmes.”
He has to be fucking shitting me. This situation just went from fucked to twisted with those two words.
Jaxon comes out from behind the desk and shows me a piece of paper with Bryson’s name, address, and a list of the injuries from when he came in just a few nights ago, but I don’t pay attention to that for long. My attention goes back to the nurse. “Where is the note?”
“In my pocket,” she says. “He told me to keep it with me every day until someone came. He seemed rather certain they would.”
Of course, he would be certain. That man was like an uncle to me until he disappeared after my father’s death. I always assumed he had something to do with it, but never could find him. Not that I looked for long. A part of me didn’t want to find and kill him.
I release her so she can grab the note herself. When she hands it to me, the paper shakes and she backs up to the nurse that saved Olivia, whose name I can now see is Sarah. Though, I’ve already forgotten the other.
Before reading whatever message was left, I know we need to get the hell out of there. I look at both women and nod. “I’m sorry for scaring you, but I didn’t have another choice.”
“And neither will we if we see you in here again,” replies Sarah. “If you threaten anyone here a second time, the world will know about it. Please give Olivia my best.”
Just as we get to the exit, the pitiful receptionist calls out, “Jaxon!”
“If you so much as turn around, I will put a bullet through your foot,” I mutter as we walk through the automatic doors.
His hand clasps my shoulder, and he grins. “I take that as progress. You didn’t actually threaten my life. Just a bit of blood.”
“Don’t start with me,” I say as we get in the car. Only when he’s driving away from the hospital do I open the single piece of paper.
It has the hospital’s logo on the top, and there are a few drops of dried blood around the edge, but the words are legible, which is all I care about.
Luca,
I have no other way to reach you without compromising my position. I’ve spent years with Titan, trying to fix a mess that started with your father. I had no idea who Olivia was until it was too late. I hope she survived. Though, I’m sure I’ll know if she didn’t.
There’s someone I still need to help, but if you want Titan dead sooner rather than later, you’re going to have to do so yourself. We’re headed to his last safe house tonight. You’ve found all the others. I’ll leave the address below. Make your move soon. You have him scared. Even still, he won’t stop until he sees you bow to him with nothing to your name.
