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The only thing that makes sense to me is the possibility that it’s my family. There’s no way the Scarlet Needles would take out the women they’ve put a contract on that they want. The Swedish relatives . . . they have the means and wouldn’t even blink in order to do something like this.
First things first, see to Bristol then handle the rest. I’m not about to let them get away with this. I’ll kill them all. They wantme in their midst, then so fucking be it. I’ll go to them if only to kill them with my bare hands.
“We need to get Bristol to the hospital,” Stella announces, wiping her hands over her face in frustration.
“It’s not secure to take her there,” Reaper remarks, his daughter in one arm, his son curled around a leg, and his woman tucked into his side. “Can you take care of her here?”
“No, she could possibly have internal bleeding, and if I don’t get her there, it could end up killing her.” Stella keeps her voice calm, not frightening the children sitting around the room, all of them scared.
“She could die?” Giselle whispers, and something flickers in her gaze. “She can’t die.”
“I’m not going to let that happen. But in order to see to that, I need to have her at the hospital,” Stella says, looking at me. “If you don’t want to lose her, we need to move.”
I nod and scoop my woman back in my arms. My mind’s sole focus right now is making sure she gets the care she needs.
“I’m coming with you,” Giselle announces.
“You should stay here,” I grumble.
“She’s my sister, and I’m not staying behind,” the other woman snaps, moving to my side.
“I don’t care who is going and who’s not, but we need to go,” Stella states sternly and looks to her ol’ man. “I know you’re coming with me.”
“Fuck yeah, I am. Sutton and the other ol’ ladies are going to watch after our boy,” Angel remarks, nostrils flaring.
“Good, then you can drive while I help Beast with Bristol and call into the hospital to have a gurney ready upon us getting there.”
I block out the rest of what she says and head for the door, ready to get there and find out if Bristol’s okay. Out of all those that had been in the explosion, she’s the only one who didn’t come out with only a few bruises and scratches.
Getting in the back seat of the SUV, Giselle climbs in the front while Stella slides in next to me.
“When we get there, I’m ordering an MRI and CT scan. I’ll also have her arm X-rayed. I don’t like the way it looks. Is there a possibility that she’s pregnant, Beast?” Stella asks while checking Bristol’s pulse once again.
“There’s a chance,” I answer, not wanting to think of the possibility right now. “She’s not on birth control.”
“And you guys never seem to want to use condoms.” Stella snorts, shaking her head.
“We always wrapped our shit before getting our ol’ ladies,” Angel states mockingly.
“Yeah, yeah, just hurry and get us to the hospital. I don’t like how weak Bristol’s pulse is.”
Those words rip into my soul. I can’t lose her. Not now. Not fucking ever.
In no time, Angel’s got us pulling into the ambulance entrance and Stella hops out. I follow right behind her as two nurses come out with the gurney.
Orders were made as I lay Bristol down, and she’s rushed away. As much as I want to follow, I’m not stupid. Stella’s with her, and she’ll make sure nothing happens to my woman.
I turn to face my VP, only to find myself facing Giselle. However, the look in her eye isn’t the one I’ve seen her to have since we first rescued her. It’s one that matches her mother’s,and I realize something I should have known all along. She’s in on whatever is going on here.
“What’s going on?” I ask, furrowing a brow.
“You ruined everything,” she snaps. “Everything.”
“What did I ruin?” I cock my head, not liking the fact that behind her in the driver’s seat, Angel hasn’t moved. “What did you do to Angel?”
“Exactly what he deserved. What all of you deserve,” she states, stepping into my space. The tip of something in her hand presses into my stomach. “You couldn’t just stay away from Bristol, let my mother have what she wanted from her. Let them take her and do what they want to do.”
“Are you even pregnant?” I find myself asking, seeing her for the first time, and what type of person she really is.
