“You can still call and text but we’ll have to get you a new one.”
I nod because now that the adrenaline is leaving the pain in my head is starting. “Just get Karessa for me, please.”
He gets me settled on the passenger side and texts from my phone as he gets behind the wheel.
“She’ll meet you there. Esme is bringing her.”
I want to shut my eyes but Nik keeps getting my attention until we arrive. This is bullshit. I just want to hold my wife. That thought shocks me since we’re still pretty new but at least it means parts of me are letting her in like she wants.
I have a message from Hale. You should’ve left your wife.
I know for a fact Oran had nothing to do with this, but he has other things to worry about. I’ll handle Elmer myself.
Karessa
Apparently,hanging with the Founder’s kids can be horrific. I haven’t been this freaked out in such short successions in my life. First poor Ainslee collapses at my wedding, and now Jagger gets attacked. My heart is racing as Esme breaks the speed limit. I’d usually have something to say about her driving but I’m too concerned and shook. I was just texting him which means his attack is the reason why he didn’t respond. It’s terrifying. I could have lost him. He’s not just Jagger Hanlon anymore, he’s my husband.
I keep forcing the tears away because this isn’t the time. He needs to be okay. Esme squeezes my hand at the red light before the hospital.
“I’m sure he’s fine. You can’t kill crazy.”
I snort at her words but I’m smiling like she intended, however, when she pulls up in front of the ER, I run like a crazy person in heels to the desk.
“My husband. Jagger Hanlon…”
“Ma’am he doesn’t have a wife listed on…”
“Don’t pull that shit. Watch the fucking news sometimes!” I hiss and flip her chart.
I hear snickering behind me and see Nikolai.
“Follow me.”
I do as I’m told but hear the nurse mumble that I’m supposed to be the nice one. I turn and point at her.
“Which means you know who we are! Asshole…”
My emotions are a mess and I have more to say but Nikolai damn near carries me to Jagger’s room.
“Your wife is trying to fight the staff,” he explains to Jagger.
“It’s probably the same bitch Oran plans to get fired.”
I’m so happy to hear his voice, I turn and hug him the best I can with all the hospital shit in the way.
“Baby!” I plant kisses all over his face as he chuckles. “What happened?”
“Baby? I have to get attacked to get a pet name. I can tell you when you stop kissing me,” he teases but is still holding my face to his.
Jagger flinches when I touch his head and I move to assess the damage. He has a few bruises on his face and a bandage on his head.
“Who would do this?” I ask, upset again.
“There really isn’t a way to sugarcoat it.” He leans in to whisper. “Elmer wants my pussy and tried to have me killed to get to it.”
I inhale sharply at his confession but then disgust and anger seeps in and takes over. “That sicko tried to kill you to get to me? I don’t want him, that's gross as hell. I don’t appreciate him thinking I’m some tool for his entertainment. I’m calling my dad. If that sick fuck thinks…”
Jagger grabs my hands and I look up at him. “Let me take care of it. Your man is kind of a big deal, ya know. Right now, all I want is for you to get your sexy ass in this bed.”
