Wolf: SBMC Maryland, стр. 30
“Kill me,” I tell him my voice cracking.
“Why would I do that? Maybe I just put a son in you,” he says making my stomach cramp. Vomit spews from my mouth and all over his hand. He releases my face, cleaning himself on my shirt before turning and walking away. I can hear the sound of more than one set of footsteps. He must have had more than just Richard with him.
I lie here in my own vomit wishing death would just take me. I can’t handle the thought of him being anywhere near Eva. Tears spill down my cheeks as I look back over at Wolf. His eyes flutter but he isn’t awake. My heart is breaking in my chest. I can’t help her. All of this time and I can’t do anything for her. I’ve let her down. I’ve let my little girl down.
Twenty-Three
Wolf
“The prospect handled it,” Sly says once more as I pace the room. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. Maybe three. I nod my head and run my hand through my hair. The Doc wanted to check me into the hospital with Krista, but I fucking refused that shit. The memory, fuck, that memory is still fresh in my mind. I bend over, resting my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath when all I want to do is throw up. Shaft’s hand rests on my back. The guys are all here. When they didn’t hear from me when I was supposed to be on the run with Gauge, they went looking. They didn’t find us though. It wasn’t one of our buildings that bastard had us in. One of the city workers found us and called 911. Thank fuck we were outside of our city and didn’t get any of those new fucks that they brought in. Sly handled the police though.
“She won’t talk to me,” I say, trying to keep my nerves under control. Anger eats me alive. Standing up, I slam my fist into the wall, candy machine, anything within reach in this goddamn waiting room I can get to. My head is in a damn fog from all the drugs that asshole pumped into me.
“She’s hurt, Wolf. Give her a little time to adjust,” Sly adds causing my anger to turn toward him.
“Adjust? To bein’ raped a second time? I was there! I couldn’t even fuckin’ stop it! She fuckin’ looked at me, Sly! Fuckin’ looked dead at me, in my goddamn eyes as he did it. Do you know how the fuck that felt?” Sly curses under his breath not knowing what to say and frankly neither do I. I felt useless. I couldn’t move. All I could do was watch her eyes, watch as he slowly took what was left of her fire and snuffed it out. A piece of my heart died with her flame.
“I want to go home.” My head snaps around when I hear her voice. Krista stands there in scrubs that the hospital gave her, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. I want to run to her, grab her but I don’t want to scare her any more than she already is.
“I’m gonna take you home, baby.” Moving toward her slowly, she watches me without saying a word. When I’m close enough, she loses the blanket and throws herself into my arms as she cries. I wrap my arms around her, holding her as close to my body as I can get her. I’m falling apart for this girl. For everything that she’s had to go through. For not being able to help her. I’m at a loss when I feel Sly place his hand on my shoulder.
“Let’s take her home,” he says. I nod and lift her in my arms, carrying her out of the hospital and climbing into the back of the waiting truck with her still in my arms. She burrows her face into my chest and that’s where she stays.
“Her apartment?” Gauge asks over the front seat.
“Yeah.”
“No! I want to go home, Wolf!” She cries harder. I thought the apartment was her home.
“Where, baby? I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go. Just tell me where.”
“You said I was yours,” she sobs, and it kills me.
“Clubhouse?” Gauge asks, I nod. He starts up the truck and pulls away from the hospital. I lean down, pressing my face into the top of her head.
“You are mine. You’ll always be mine, Krista. You’re my little smart mouth that keeps me thinkin’. You’re my heart when it doesn’t want to beat. You’re everything,” I whisper.
“He killed her.”
“I know.”
“She was my best friend,” she cries.
“I know, baby. I know.” The ache in my chest hurts worse than anything anyone could ever do to me. Krista is tearing me apart.
“Eva’s safe though,” she says with a resounded sigh.
“She’s safe. He never got that close to her. The prospect got to him first.” I’m pissed about that too. I’m pissed that I didn’t get my fucking hands on that son of a bitch. I’m pissed that I wasn’t the one to kill him. I wanted his blood on my hands. I wanted to watch his eyes as I slowly drained his life away, but I was rendered useless. I couldn’t do anything.
“I lost everything,” she mutters softly as the weight of this whole day starts to wear on her.
“You have me.”
“I have you,” she whispers before sleep pulls her under. The ride to the clubhouse is full of tension. Mainly it’s me that’s tense. There’re so many things that I want to say, to do but I can’t. That bastard hurt her, and I couldn’t stop him. That’s the part that hurts me the worst. When we pull into the parking lot, I climb out with Krista tucked tightly against me and carry her inside. I don’t stop in the main room; I don’t stop until I have her in my bed and tucked in