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A voice yelling. “Ellie? ELLIE! Where is she? Ellie, where are you?”
I try to move or open my eyes, but I can’t.
Arms come around me. “Ellie, sweetheart? Ellie, can you hear me?” Mark. Mark’s voice. Mark’s arms. “Sweetheart, I’m right here, can you hear me? Ellie?”
But I can’t stay with him, can’t stay awake.
Everything darkens again.
“Fuck! Ellie, baby, sweetheart, please.” Then his voice changes but I can still make it out.“God, please, let her live. Don’t take her too. I can’t. I need her. Eleanna, listen, I need you, you have to stay with me, please, sweetheart, please.”
Everything is loud and painful. And I’m dreaming now, because Mark just said all of that in flawless Spanish…if it is even Mark at all?
“Mark?”
“Yes, Ellie. Good, keep talking to me.”
But I can’t.
I can’t.
CHAPTER 27
Mark
Someone is going to fucking die.
That was all I could think as my ears rang and the smoke billowed around me. I had to throw up once before I went inside, remembering. Or trying not to remember. It’s the smells. Charred flesh and fabric. The fire was put out quickly, thank God. I wouldn’t have been able to go in.
Well.
Yes, I would have.
I would have gone in for her.
She is hurt and someone. Is. Going. To. Fucking. Die.
That’s all I can focus on as I watch the EMTs hover over my wife.My wife.
Fucking damn it!
She’s not the only one hurt. The side wall of the back of the restaurant is blown in. I’m sure a few guards who were standing along that side are dead. There are many with minor cuts and bruises, a lot of women are crying in shock. Ellie is just silent.Ellie.I resist the overwhelming urge to throw up again.
If Robbie doesn’t make contact in the next few minutes, so help me…
“Mark? You alright?” My father-in-law says as he walks to me, before he sees her. “Eleanna! No!”
“Who did this, Renaldo?” He doesn’t hear me. I understand, seeing his princess,myprincess, laying here like this. “Renaldo.”
“We don’t know yet. But we own that building.”
My eyebrows lift, “Someone insidela familiadid this?”
“If they did, they will fucking wish for their death. To hit us with our women and children?” He shudders.
“I want to know. When you find something, I want to know who did this.”
He nods, then looks at my barely dusty clothes. “And you? Where were you?”
