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“It is a hospital,” Asgood retorts, and I decide to trust that she knows what she’s doing as we ride in the ambulance with Stacy. The woman’s breathing is even shallower now, her heart rate out of control at 170, and at this point, I’m worried that she’ll go into heart failure.

Before I know it, we’ve transferred the beaten woman into what legitimately looks like a hospital, with more staff and all the equipment we’ll need to get her stable.

“Get an IV started,” Asgood barks. “I need blood drawn to see what the hell she took, and I need to see if there’s been damage to the heart. Her shoulder needs to be reset, and I need x-rays of literally everything. I’m putting her under so she’s at least out of pain for a while.”

Asgood looks at me and her eyes go wide.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were injured?”

I blink, not sure what the hell she’s talking about, and then I look down and see the blood on my scrubs, and my shoulder, where I was sliced open, starts to ache like a fucker.

“I forgot.”

“You need stitches,” she says. “And you have a black eye. Jesus.”

“I’m fine, let’s take care of her.”

Asgood starts to disagree with me, but I shake my head.

“She’ll die if we don’t hurry. I promise, I’m okay.”

“Carson will have my head,” she mutters as we get back to work.

Thirty-Seven

CARSON

“What do you fucking mean that my wife is hurt?” I growl into the phone as Spider drives us away from the airfield, where we just peeled off from Julian and Jack.

“She was inside the safe house, helping one of the girls and the doc, and then we heard screaming. By the time we got upstairs, Rina had her gun trained on the fucker’s head. I couldn’t see just how badly she was injured. We took the guy to the cell.”

“And just how did he get past you two and into the fucking house, Bacon?”

Even Spider shifts in his seat next to me.

“Best we can tell, he found an open window in the basement level on the back side and snuck into the house that way, then made his way up. He was trying to finish killing the girl that Rina and Doc were working on.”

“Where’s my wife now?”

“Julian’s infirmary.”

I hang up on my man, and Spider already knows what I’m about to say because he turns toward Julian’s building.

I try calling Rina for the second time since we landed, but it goes to voicemail, and I have to put the phone down before I throw it out the window.

“Motherfucker!”

Spider pulls into Julian’s garage, and before the car comes to a complete stop, I’m already out and running for the building. I don’t bother waiting for the elevator. I know where the infirmary is, and I take the stairs two at a time all the way to the ninth floor, bust through the doors, and am a man possessed as I yell out, “Where the fuck is my wife?”

People immediately point down the hall, and I sprint that way, losing my fucking mind as my girl steps out of a room, her gorgeous eyes wide, and just before I crush her to me, I stop cold and take in the bandages on her shoulder and throat, the blood all over the front of her, the bruises on her face, the swollen eye and lower lip, and I fucking growl.

“I’m okay,” she rushes to assure me. “I swear to you, it looks worse than it is.”

I see that Bacon has pushed off the wall next to the door of the room Rina just came out of, and I address him without taking my eyes off my wife.

“You said you have the fucker who put his hands on my goddamn wife in the cell?”

“Yes, boss.”