“No!” She cries.
“Move, Niamh,” He orders, and if I had it in me to berate him for shouting at her like that, then I would. Maybe in the next life I’ll kick his ass.
“Don’t you fucking die on me, asshole,” He snaps. “I am not looking after the ranch.”
A wet laugh crackles out of me, which quickly turns to a howl of pain as he presses something around the knife, pushing hard.
“They’re coming,” Remy settles next to me.
Who’s coming?
“You need to stay with us, Roman,” Silas demands.
Niamh strokes the side of my face, eyes swimming. “Please.” She whispers, her voice broken.
I’m not in the business of making promises I can’t keep, so I say nothing at all.
Chapter 40
I swat at the tears continuing to fall from my eyes. They’re like a broken faucet, they won’t stop. Roman was airlifted to the hospital over an hour ago, and I wasn’t able to go with him, and now I’m stuck in a car with his brothers, speeding down the highway towards the city with no way of knowing what’s happening. Neither brother was happy when I refused medical treatment back in those woods, but I will heal; it’s Roman I care about.
Oscar was arrested, and Jenson is dead.
I shot him.
That’s something I will have to deal withlater.
I wasn’t quick enough though; I didn’t pull the trigger soon enough. He got to Roman anyway, hurt him, and now I have no idea if he’s going to survive.
His two brothers have yet to say a word, their shoulders tense, brows drawn low. They don’t want to say what we’re all thinking.
We need to be prepared to lose him.
But nothing will prepare me for that.
This is why they say love hurts.
The pain I feel right now — the one inside my chest, inside the very fabric of who I am — is worse than anything I have ever felt. It’s splitting me in two, tearing me straight down the middle in a way that’ll be impossible to fix. Living without him now I’ve experienced him isn’t something I will fathom.
We finally make it to the hospital, and I don’t wait for them before I’m sprinting through the doors, shoes squeaking on the floor as I come to a stop at the reception desk.
The nurse stationed behind takes one look at me and jumps up from her chair. “I need some help!” I haven’t had a look at myself to know what she’s looking at. I don’t feel any pain.
“No.” I refuse her hands. “Where is he?” I demand. “Where is my husband?”
“Ma’am, you need to take a seat.”
“Please,” I beg, “Roman Knight. I need to know where he is.”
“You’re bleeding all over the floor.” Her hands grip my arms.
“Please,” I beg.
“Okay, okay,” She soothes. “Please, just…” She guides me to a chair. “What was his name?”
“Roman Knight.” I repeat just as Silas and Remy get to me. A hand lowers to my shoulder, a comforting gesture, and I look up to find Silas at my side. He doesn’t look at me, just watches and waits.
“He was taken into surgery,” She says gently, “Now I’d like to get you looked at.”
