“For now,” Diamond said. “But keep your ear to the ground. If he had a tracker, there’s no telling what else he’s been playing with.”
“Always do, we’ve started destroying everything.” Fifi said before the line cut.
Diamond looked at the device one more time, then crushed it under her boot.
She wasn’t relieved because it was over. Just relieved she knew who she was dealing with.
At least for now.
Chapter Thirty-Three
She knewbeyond a doubt the best course of action was to get back to Montreal. The Royal Bastards would take care of Sayer. Getting him back to his brothers was the safest bet. “It’s the right decision.”
With the tracker destroyed and Todd and his brother hopefully in police custody, they had a head start. Climbing back into the truck, she checked on Sayer. He was out cold, and that alone made her stomach twist. Relief, sure, but also dread. If he had a concussion, if there was a bleed?—
“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath.
She climbed back out, boots crunching over gravel as she made her way to the hitch. She couldn’t risk pulling the trailer, not with Sayer like this. It would slow her down. Every second mattered.
It didn’t take long to unhook it.
Back in the driver’s seat, she cast one more glance over her shoulder. Sayer hadn’t moved. Her grip tightened on the steering wheel as she fired up the engine.
She tapped the GPS screen and punched in:Closest hospital.
The system chirped to life, calculating a route. Without looking back again, Diamond pulled out of the lot, gravel spitting under the tires as she hit the gas pedal.
The hum of the engine filled the silence, but Diamond’s thoughts were louder. Every bump in the road made her flinch. She kept glancing at Sayer in the rearview mirror, willing him to stir, to groan, to curse her out for driving like a bat out of hell. Anything.
But he stayed still. Pale. Still breathing.
“You better not die on me,” she muttered, fingers flexing tighter on the wheel. “Not after all this. Not now.”
The GPS chirped another turn. Fifteen minutes. She hit the call button and waited for Teller to answer. His rough voice came across the overhead speakers. “Teller, it’s Diamond.”
“Diamond, how’s things going?”
“I need info on Sayer. He’s hurt and we’re on the way to the hospital now.”
Teller didn’t need specifics, not yet. “I’ll text you everything you’ll need. Where are you?”
“Not over the phone,” was all she said before hanging up on Teller. A minute later a text came through with Sayer’s information.
The highway blurred past—trees, signs, empty fields. Her mind kept replaying the moment he went down. The blood. The way he looked at her, like she was the only thing tethering him to the world.
She hadn’t been scared like that in a long time. She glanced back again. “Come on, Sayer. Hang on.”
The hospital came into view like a beacon—white lights, emergency bay glowing in the dark. Diamond didn’t slow down until the last second, tires squealing as she swung the truck into the emergency lane.
She slammed the truck into park, yanked the keys out, and jumped out.
“Help!” she shouted as she yanked the door open. “I need help! He’s unconscious … head trauma!”
The double doors burst open, and two nurses came rushing with a gurney. One of them climbed into the truck with her while the other asked questions Diamond barely registered.
“Name?”
“Sayer … Elliot Lavoie. There was a fight.”
