Like the other guy, this guy grabs my hair, stopping me in my very slow tracks.
“Lee, let’s go. The driver is waking up, and the boss said he shoots first and asks questions later. She’ll have to be enough.”
I let out a sigh of relief knowing they aren’t going to take Addy.
Whatever it is they have planned, I’d much rather they have me than her. I just hope she’s okay.
But they said Vince is waking up, and I know he’ll make sure she’s okay.
“Kat!” Vince calls out, gruff and full of pain but alive.
Knowing she’s going to be okay is such a relief that my body seems to burn through the last of its adrenaline, and I black out as I’m dragged away.
My head feels like it’s in a vice grip as I try to pry open my eyes.
I groan, unable to stop the sound as the world spins, and I realize it’s not just my head but my whole left side.
What the hell?
The first thing I see is the windshield, spider-webbed into a million pieces, and that’s all it takes.
Someone hit us, and I’d bet good money it wasn’t an accident.
“Kat!” My voice is rough, my throat raw, and it only makes my head throb harder, but even worse is the silence that answers me. Tires squeal, and birds chirp as I fumble for the buckle and hit the ground. The world blurs, but I push through, somehow managing to pull myself out the window to the side of the car.
Despite the crash, it’s only us; nobody has come out to see what the noise is. I didn’t really expect them to be in this neighborhood, though.
It doesn't matter; I don’t need help. I just need to make sure the girls are okay.
Fuck, please let them be okay.
The left side of my body is almost numb, and I know that’s not a good sign, but it sure as fuck beats being in pain, which I’m sure is coming. I need to move.
“Kat! Addison!” I shake off the ringing in my ears that threatens to keep me here instead of going to them.
I crawl down the car, moving to the back door to find the window broken out.
A responding groan sounds like music to my ears, and I know it’s Addison. That’s all I need, though, as adrenaline pumps through me, helping me move faster, blindly climbing through her door as if I wasn’t just seconds from passing out.
She’s here, seemingly whole, lying against the door, blood running down the side of her head, and curled up in a ball that makes her look even smaller than usual.
I drop through the window. My knees buckle as I hit the ground, the air leaving my lungs in a whoosh, and black spots dot my vision for a moment.
Addison’s blue eyes blink up at me, and I see the fear in them, the way her lip quivers as she trembles.
I scoop her up in my arms and hold her close as sobs wrack her body.
“It’s okay, Addy. Where does it hurt?”
I feel her shake her head as I rub a hand down her back, trying to soothe her.
“How about you just point?”
Again, she shakes her head, and my worry quickly doubles, thinking all the worst things are possible. I pull her away from my chest to look down at her.
The blood that covers the side of her face seems to be from a cut on her left eyebrow; it’s long but not too deep. Head wounds tend to bleed a lot, and while I don’t like it, it could be so much worse.
But what if she’s hurt in a way I can’t see?
