She didn’t move.
He wrapped his arms around her. After a beat, she grabbed the edge of his cut.
“You don’t know that,” she whispered.
He couldn’t argue with her. Any time in the ICU had to be bad, but he had to believe Savannah would pull through. From their phone conversations, and the way she responded to him Wednesday evening, she was a fighter. Not just a fighter, she was feisty and he didn’t believe she’d give up.
“I can’t lose her, too,” Catalina sniffled.
“You won’t,” he whispered, rubbing her back.
She pulled away. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”
He nodded and took his cell phone from his back pocket. While she was gone, he sent a group text to Volt, Yak, and Turk updating them on Ava’s condition.
His phone rang, Volt’s name on display. ‘Yeah, Volt.”
“Stay there for now.”
He shook his head. “Why? Aren’t we doing something about this?”
“In time. We won’t let this go unanswered, but we aren’t certain who did this.”
“It had to be a Devil Lancer,” Punc said.
“A Devil Lancer wouldn’t have access to our security monitors.”
His jaw clenched. Yak believed they had a traitor and Punc wondered if any of the brothers suspected him. The thought of that made his gut sour.
“Fine, I’ll stay here, but I want in on getting vengeance for Ava.”
“You care about our dancers that much?” Volt asked.
He explained his connection to Ava, surprised Beast hadn’t shared.
Volt sighed. “You should have shared your connection to her sooner. Keep us posted, Punc.”
“Later, Volt.”
Catalina came back, her eyes puffy.
“You want a coffee? Red Bull?”
“No, I think I’ll wait. Do you have her phone or any of her stuff? Or did she get robbed, too?”
“Her things are at the club. She didn’t get robbed. We held her money because she made so much.”
Catalina looked around. “Guess she’ll need it. Spending tonight in ICU will wipe it all out and more.”
“Riot will cover her medical bills,” Punc said - even if the brothers didn’t know it yet. He’d fight every one of them if they balked. No woman deserved what Ava got, and she damn sure didn’t need to foot the bill to boot.
“Riot?” Catalina asked.
“The motorcycle club that owns Platinum’s. She won’t have to worry about the bills.”
Two hours later, there was no change in Savannah’s status. Punc had got through to Michael, and Alanis was on her way downtown.
He heard Catalina murmuring, and he noticed she had her phone to her ear.
