This sparked at that same fuzzy memory. “Wait, what? Where is it?”
Beck huffed an annoyed sigh. “Safely back on Graeme Huntley’s desk, I suspect. He was the one who tampered with the car, not Johnson. That prick just took advantage of the situation when it presented too tempting to pass up.”
I gasped as the memory of Johnson telling me the same thing clicked back into place, and I shuddered. “My uncle and I are going to have some stern words about the needless destruction of beautiful cars,” I said with a thick coating of anger. “And about his casual disregard for our lives.”
Beck gave me a half smile, stroking a finger down the side of my bruised face ever so gently. “Fuck, you’re sexy when you’re mad, Butterfly. Remind me to piss you off again when those cuts are healed up.” His gaze was hot and full of promise, tempting me to jump back into his arms. But the trickle of blood running down my thigh had other plans.
“I think I ruined the sheets,” I commented, looking down at the gash on my outer thigh which had started seeping from between the butterfly clips. Smears of bright red decorated the crisp white sheets, and I wrinkled my nose. “We might need bleach.”
“You need stitches,” Beck corrected, scowling down at the bloody mess.
The idea of any stranger, even a medic, touching me right now made my skin crawl. Nope. Not happening.
“Can’t Dylan fix it for me?” I suggested. “Maybe use that glue stuff they put on head wounds?”
Beck gave me a long look, but must have seen how badly I didn’t want to visit a medic and finally nodded. “Stay here, I’ll go grab him.”
“I’m not paralyzed, Sebastian, I can walk over to his apartment.” I rolled my eyes at him, but he gently pushed me back into the pillows.
“I know you can,” he replied, dropping a quick, gentle kiss on my forehead. “But you don’thaveto. Stay here and I’ll even get you coffee.”
My belly fluttered with excitement at the mention of coffee, and I relaxed into my bed. “Fine. You win.”
Beck flashed me a triumphant grin then sauntered into my living area wearing nothing but his boxers. Fucking hell, where did he get off looking so damn incredible after a car crash and full night of serial killer hunting?
It became clear why he’d said I didn’t need to walk over to Dylan’s apartment. Beck paused beside my sofa and spoke a few quiet words. Moments later, a sleepy looking Dylan popped his head up and peered over at me still in bed.
“Give me five minutes, Riles,” he called out to me. “I’ve got the stuff over at my place.”
I just waved a hand back, like I wasn’t bothered. Like I wasn’t acutely aware of the pain without Beck’s distraction and just barely clinging to composure. Becauseholy fuckmy entire body was in agony.
Thankfully, Dylan was back faster than Beck could even make my coffee, and he brought pain pills.
“You rock,” I groaned, taking the pills from him and washing them back with the water he offered. “Thank you.”
Dylan peered at my seeping cuts for a moment then glanced up at me through his thick black lashes. “Anything for you, Riles.”
Something in his tone immediately sent my mind back to this morning, when he’d watched me shower and I hadn’t even attempted to hide my nakedness from him. Shit. I needed to rein it in before I gave him the wrong idea about us... because as much as I loved him, I wasinlove with Beck. And Beck had some serious issues with jealousy.
Clearing my throat, I averted my gaze away from Dylan’s smooth, dark skin and rippling muscles. Holy shit, these Delta boys looked like they should be on a firefighter calendar holding kittens and shit. Only their calendar would be dark and scary, and they’d have knives and guns.
Was there a calendar for billionaire sociopaths? I’d buy it.
While Dylan worked on my injuries, I dropped my head back and rested against the pillow. Exhaustion came and went, in such huge waves, and right now I felt like I could sleep again, even though I’d only just woken.
A familiar voice at the doorway caught my attention.
“Let me in!” Eddy demanded again.
“Sorry, sis. Orders from the big man himself. Riley needs to rest.”
Eddy snorted. “What, God told you not to let me in?”
Jasper howled with laughter before he turned to peer through the bedroom door. “Hear that, Beck, Eddy thinks you’re God.”
Beck, who was stretched out beside me, just smirked. Arrogant bastard.
“Let her in,” I said to Jasper, shooting Beck a narrow-eyed glare. “I’m not dying. I’m perfectly fine.”
