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I blink my heavy eyes. “Directions,” I whisper. “Give them directions.”
“Ash? Sweetheart? Where are you? Are you okay?” Saint’s voice rattles off questions.
I try to talk, but my heavy tongue won’t move.
“What the fuck, Jasmine?” Kashton barks. “Where is she?”
“She was here,” she snaps. “She called me from this number.”
“Whose number?” Saint demands.
“We found her,” one of the guys in the car finally speaks. “She’s in the car…”
“Where the fuck are you?” Saint barks out.
My heavy eyes fall closed, and this time, I can’t open them back up. I can hear Saint’s voice in the distance, but I’m not sure if I’m imagining it. For all I know, I’m hallucinating and still tied up in the middle of the woods.
FIFTY-NINE
SAINT
Ishove the double doors open and rush down the front steps as a car pulls into the circle drive. Kashton, Sin, Ryat, and Tyson rush after me. The car comes to a stop, and I yank open the front driver’s side door.
“Whoa.” A guy who looks to be in his early twenties raises both of his hands. I yank him from the car and knock him to his knees. Kashton shoves his face down and presses a gun to his back. Sin removes a guy from the passenger seat.
“We’re just helping her,” a guy rushes out as Ryat pulls him from the back seat.
All three are held at gunpoint. I’m not taking any chances.
I rip the back driver’s side door open, and she practically falls out, her upper body leaning halfway out of the car. She’s got herself crammed behind the driver's seat and back seat on the floor. “Ash?” I bark out, kneeling next to the car. “Ash, talk to me.” I reach for her neck and am thankful I can feel a pulse. Pushing wet hair from her face, I find her eyes closed. She’s got indentions in her cheeks. They’re from a gag. She’s got a collar on, and she’s covered in mud and dirt. “Come on, sweetheart.” I grab her arm and have to pull roughly to get her out of the tight position she’s got herself in. “Get them to the basement,” I bark at the guys, carrying her unconscious body into the front double doors.
Gavin and Devin are already waiting for me. They’ve both been keeping a close eye on Haidyn, so the moment we got the call, I had them ready for her arrival. I lower her body onto a stretcher, and they start to rush her through the building and to the elevator.
I look over her body. She’s naked, covered in cuts and bruises. Her wrists and ankles have rope burns. I open her eyelids to see bloodshot eyes. She looks dead, but the subtle movement of her chest tells me she’s not.
It’s enough for now. “Hang on, sweetheart,” I say as the elevator dings, signaling we’re on the hospital floor. A piece of glass is stuck in her side with fresh blood running down it.
We get to the hospital, and when we go through the double doors, Devin pushes his hands on my chest. “Stay here.”
“No, I’m not—”
“Goddammit, Saint,” he barks at me. “I don’t have time to argue with you. Stay here.” He pulls away and rushes after Gavin who wheeled her into an operating room.
* * *
I sit nextto her hospital bed. She’s been back at Carnage for five hours now. My wife was lucky. If you could call it that. She had a dislocated shoulder and was severely dehydrated, but other than that, she’ll be okay. The laceration from the glass in her side needed stitches but again, it could have been worse.
“How long until she wakes up?” I ask Devin as he enters.
“I’m going to start weening her off the sedation soon.” He comes over to the opposite side of her bed and checks the machine controlling the meds that are administered into her IV.
He said they don’t normally sedate for her injuries, but that they opted to because most likely popping her shoulder back into place would have caused her to wake up and be in pain.
“This is good news, Saint. She’s going to be okay. No broken bones or internal injuries. It looks bad, but it’s just cuts and bruises.”Devin had said to me earlier.
Then we got the results, and things weren’tokayanymore.
The rape kit came back positive. I knew it would. As much as I wished for it to be negative, I knew what was happening while she was gone. And I hate myself for allowing it. For not protecting her. I failed her again.
