Just the fury.
And her face.
Her whimpers.
Her blood.
I hear sirens in the distance now, the ones coming to help the living and those coming to gather the corpses.
Sigma cleanup will bag and burn what needs to disappear before they even get through traffic.
The medics will tend to Marco and whoever else is still breathing.
I should wait.
Let them see her.
But I’ll drive her to the damn clinic myself.
Kai already put in a call to the Medical Center Sigma International uses with our own house doctors on call.
We’re good at our jobs, but shit happens.
Right now, I don’t care about any of that.
I only care about the woman in my arms.
I’m not letting go.
Not until I get her somewhere safe.
And not until I make her believe the one thing I’m certain of—that I would slit my own throat before I’d ever let her be this frightened again.
Chapter23
Sabrina
I’ve been in the hospital for 48 hours.
Forty-eight whole hours, and Theo has been MIA for most of them.
Which, fine.Whatever.
I don’t need a broody, jacked-up, infuriatingly sexy bodyguard hovering over me like I’m glass.I don’t need him to hold my hand while the doctors run their tests or pat my hair and tell me I’ll be okay.
Except, maybe I do.
Maybe I want that.
When the doctor came in yesterday and told me I had a mild concussion—either from the Russian prick’s backhand or from being jostled around like a rag doll in the back of my idiot brother’s stolen car—I saw the look on Theo’s face.
Just for a second.Like he wanted to commit murder all over again.
Like if Marco had been in arm’s reach, he’d have taken him down too.
But Marco is still my brother.
Even if I’m pretty damn mad at him.
