“Who is this fucker touching you?” Cass swatted away Nash’s hands.
“I’m her brother.”
“What?”
“He’s…almost a doctor,” she muttered. “Let him finish the exam. Nash will not be happy until he finishes.”
“Damn right, I won’t be,” Nash agreed. His hands went back to work on her.
Bear groaned.
“Oh, good.” She perked up. “He’s not dead.”
“I’m gonna kill him,” Cass swore.
Nash lifted her up and off Bear. Thankfully. Finally. He carried her a bit and eased her onto the ground that was off the road. A good thing to do so that no other drivers might, oh, run over her. When he moved her, she saw the other motorcycles that had just braked about ten feet away. Javion waited near them. “Shouldn’t they be chasing the van?” she muttered.
Cass ripped away the duct tape from her wrists, and he freed her ankles. “Javion, get the others and go the hell after the van!” Cass thundered as he tossed away the tape. “I’ve got her!”
They left. Fast. Which was good because she hadn’t wanted an audience. Nash was still examining her, and Cass was hovering. Cass’s dark eyes were wild. Agnes could feel his fear. Her right hand rose—the hand and arm that didn’t feel as if every bit of skin had been scraped off it. “Snuck up on you, didn’t it?”
“What?” Cass caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. “Sweetness, I want you to just rest. I’m getting an ambulance for you. Just called while your brother was carrying you. You’re going to a hospital, and I am going to destroy the threats to you.”
She shook her head. “Just…need someone to pop my shoulder back in place.” She didn’t need an ambulance.
Nash swore. “Agnes is going to be difficult.”
Cass’s head turned toward him. Slowly. “Who the hell are you again?”
The others were gone, so they could speak freely. For the moment, anyway. Though someone should probably check on Bear. “He’s my brother.”
Cass eyed Nash. Big, tawny skinned, pitch-black hair, and two very distinct, multi-colored eyes. One blue. One brown. “You two don’t look a damn thing alike,” Cass rasped. “Let me guess…genetics? Like the other brother told me?”
“No, dumbass,” Nash returned without missing a beat. “Adoption. Like blood is the only thing that makes a family.”
She smiled. “I missed you, Nash.”
“You should not be here, Agnes. Gray was supposed to have you working in Atlanta! You are not supposed to be with this asshole…and do you know the things he’s done? Do you know what he is?”
Yes, absolutely. She turned her weak smile on Cass. “He’s mine.”
“Hell.” From Nash.
Cass frowned at her. “Sweetheart, I don’t think you should be smiling after what just happened. That fucker kidnapped you. You almost died when you jumped out of the van—and why in the world did you do that?”
To protect Nash. But, before she said that, more of an explanation might be required. “Ryan…” She had to lick her lips. The throbbing in her shoulder was driving her crazy. “Ryan was at the tattoo shop.”
Cass kept frowning. Had he and Cass exchanged first names? For some reason, she doubted it. Ryan didn’t tend to be the chatty one. Then again, Nash wasn’t chatty either. “My brother, Ryan. He signed that I was his sister. I saw him.” She sucked in a breath. “I knew he didn’t come alone. Where Ryan is, Nash is close by.”
“Someone has to watch his fool back,” Nash returned. “His and yours, Agnes.”
They’d been watching her back forever. “When I saw the motorcycle behind the van…saw the rider—I knew it was Nash.” She’d suspected it was him even before he’d flipped up his visor. “Couldn’t let anyone hurt my brother.”
“So you flew out of a van?” Cass shook his head.
“Not like I had a ton of options.” She wet her lips.
Nash cleared his throat. “Just so you know, that shoulder of yours is definitely dislocated.”
