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“How is she?” Cillian asked, stopping his pacing as I walked out.
“Hurting,” I told him. “The doc wants to check her ribs. But otherwise, it’s a lot of rest and babying things.”
“I’ve never seen a woman beaten that badly,” he said, looking a mix of sad and murderous somehow at the same time.
“Me either,” I told him, flexing my hands, and the way the cuts on my knuckles broke open helped me think past the anger that swelled in my system once again.
“I hope he hurt,” Cillian said.
“Oh, he fucking did,” I said, remembering his bashed-in face.
“Any idea if she’s safe with him being gone?”
“Not yet. Haven’t had much time alone. Best guess, though? No. I mean, if he worked for the Bulgarians…” I said, trailing off, making Cillian exhale hard.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “I don’t imagine you want him in your lives now, but could Czar be any help with what’s going on?”
“Maybe,” I told him. “But we won’t know that until the morning. I mean we can’t call there, but I’ll see if Coach or Judge has any contact inside that could get him to call us.”
“I have someone inside. Doing time,” he clarified. “He’s a good son. Calls his mother every morning.”
“Thank you,” I said, nodding. “Is Nyx’s phone out of commission? He has her number.”
“It’s a mess, but you can still answer a call.”
New phone.
Had to add that to the to-do list.
I could outsource that to one of the other guys, though.
“Okay. Anytime after nine. I’ll be up by then.”
If he had any thoughts about me wanting to talk to Czar directly instead of having Nyx do it, he said nothing.
“Got it,” he said, finally dropping into a chair, rubbing his hands down his face.
“You alright?”
“Yeah. Trying to figure out which of my brothers will bitch less about working as bartenders for a while. Sorry,” he said, wincing. “I know. Shitting timing to be talking about being short two employees.”
“Hey, you got a business to run. I get it. My mind’s in a million fucking places right now too.”
The only person who could help me focus it was in the other room, traumatized and in pain. I couldn’t exactly pump her for information in her current state.
So I was just going to have to be okay with shit being up in the air.
“As a precaution, until we know more, might want to be careful. Double up on security,” I told him.
“Yeah. That’s on my mind too,” he agreed, sighing. “Might be worth it to mention to the Novikoff brothers too, just to keep shit friendly in town.”
“Yeah. Good idea.”
Then the door to the exam room was opening, and I went in to hear the spiel about her care, about coming back in to get checked on.
No broken ribs, so there was that at least. That said, I’d bruised mine often enough to know that the pain really wasn’t that much different from an actual break.
“She already has a script for pain medicine from her last visit,” Dr. Price told me. “Have someone fill it. She’s going to need it.”
