I turn and walk to my office. I’m seething with anger, and the minute the door shuts, I tear the room apart. It’s the only outlet I have right now other than going to that fucking clubhouse and burning it to the fucking ground, but I have to be smart. They have something I need, and until I have it, I need to be careful. I need to be smart.
Then, when it’s done, this will be nothing but a memory and we will have control of this entire state and beyond. Dmitri couldn’t accomplish this, but I can. And I will.
Finally, Nikolai dares to show his face back in my office. His expression doesn’t even flicker when he sees the damage that I’ve done. He simply states, “They followed the nurse. She sent the brats to them and they followed her here.”
“How the fuck did she know to go to them?” I demand.
“That fucker we had told her. They were talking on the cameras, but we had no audio. Even pulled the kids in to make her confess, but their stories were the same. She’s been helping him.”
“Our men were supposed to be watching her and those brats.”
“They were, but they were slacking, or she managed to get them into her place without us seeing them. They’re not at the apartment she lives at, and no sign of the brats, but called our inside guy. They said two teenagers showed up earlier today, but they weren’t around when they got there.”
“Tell them to kill the brats and the woman the moment they get the chance,” I hiss. “And put out the call to get rid of the other cunts they sent away. Let’s send them a message. They messed up, and there is nowhere they can run that we won’t find them.”
I warned them. I told them I would wipe them out, and I meant it. They’ll never get to their women in time. They thought it was safer to send them away, but they would be wrong.
They might think they’re winning this battle, but they have no idea the tricks I have up my sleeves. Or the leverage.
I pull out my phone and make the call. “Vlad,” the tired voice says on the other end. “I already told you, we’re square.”
“We were square until your MC found me and dared to kill my men,” I reply icily. “And with one phone call to them, you’ll be dead. Or do they not know that you’ve been under their nose the entire time and you’re helping me?”
“What do you want?”
That’s more like it.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
AVERY
Are we safe here? Or are we in more danger than ever?
Instead of takingus to the hospital, they take us to the Devil’s Soldiers clubhouse. I want to argue, but I’m too focused on keeping an eye on the man passed out beside me. His breathing is rapid, and I can see the blood and pus coming from the wounds on his back. I don’t know how the hell he’s still alive, and I have to hope that what I gave him is enough.
I haven’t gotten this far to have him die on me now. Worry fills me as the car slides to a stop in front of the old saloon-looking building.
“Get Medic now!” a voice screams outside the vehicle before doors are thrown open and I see Shadow and Viper both coming to help haul Hulk out. Hulk only groans weakly at the movements.
Men rush forward, barking orders, moving fast to get things out of the way, and then I see someone rush out of theclubhouse, a stethoscope around his neck. Is he a doctor? Is that why they call him Medic?
“Get him inside, belly down on the bed,” Medic barks, all business. His eyes find me. “You’re the nurse?” I nod. “Good, you’re going to help me.” I want to argue, that I need to talk to my brother and sister, but my sense of duty tells me that I need to do this.
I battle the concern for Hulk and the terror for my siblings. Sometimes this job fucking sucks.
When I reach the medical room, I’m surprised to see just how well it’s set up. Hulk is lying down on his stomach on the bed, and Medic barks, “Everyone out, now. None of you are fucking sterile and I’m not about to lose him to any of the shit you’re carrying with you. Viper, wheel Cobra out of here. We need space.” He looks at me, sea-green eyes intense, as he adds, “You need to get out of that shirt. I have a scrub shirt in the cabinet in the second drawer. Put it on. Then we need to get to work.”
It’s a bit chaotic as everyone leaves, another person in the other bed in the room is wheeled out, and I quickly strip out of my shirt and into a scrub shirt that barely fits. Finally, it’s only Medic and I in the room, and I quickly realize a couple of things. Medic is an excellent doctor, and we work well together as a team. Medic sedates Hulk, and then we get to work on sterilizing each wound and stitching him up as best we can.
“I gave him a heavy dose of antibiotics before we escaped,” I tell him when we finally finish that task. “I might have given him a little too much, but it was a bit rushed.”
“He’s probably going to need all that he can get,” Medic says absently as he starts to clean up the blood covering Hulk’s back.
We get to work, and the quiet gives me just enough breath and space to think.
The last twenty-four hours have been intense, and the fear of what I just did hits me hard, making my hands shake a littlebit as I work on stitching Hulk up. I force those thoughts down. That’s a later worry. I need to focus on Hulk. Then I need to find my brother and sister and make sure they’re okay.
I glance at Hulk when he twitches, though he doesn’t wake. His mouth twists in a grimace, and I want to reach out and soothe him. Instead, I lean down and murmur soft reassurances in his ear. He settles, a small sound coming from his lips, but I can’t make it out. When I look back, Medic glances at me, but he doesn’t comment, just continues his own work.
