“The bullet in your shoulder passed through, so there was a neat little hole to stitch. The one in your stomach, April, that got lodged and did some damage. But you’re going to be fine, and Dr Fredericks will explain more, as is his right. I’m quite happy to see one of my favourite ER nurses survive her wounds,” Simmons said a little stiffly.
“Thanks.” I smiled, and Simmons nodded and left.
“How bad was I?” I asked, knowing Simmons had only given me the basics.
“You were barely breathing when we arrived. Honestly, I thought you were dead with the amount of blood surrounding you and how pale you were. It scared the crap out of me,” Stone admitted.
“Well, I didn’t plan on getting shot, but I had to get Julie out of there. Margrave was coming unglued before my eyes. Have you spoken to Julie yet?”
“No,” Stone replied.
“Julie actually did attend the library that day. She’d forgotten it was closed. Margrave was telling the truth when he claimed he saw Julie.”
Stone stared in disbelief. “You’re saying Margrave’s statement was real?”
“Yes. Apart from the fact that he left out that he’d kidnapped Julie.”
“Damn!” Stone exclaimed, and I laughed and winced as I grasped my stomach. “Didn’t see that coming.”
“Stone, I believe Margrave snatched Julie in the empty car park, out of sight of cameras and other witnesses. He was definitely stalking her, and the library being closed was surely his golden ticket. At all other times, Julie was surrounded by people or was with friends. Margrave saw his chance andgrabbed it. The fact that he didn’t lie in his statement must have driven him mad. Margrave might not have known it was shut when he gave his statement.”
“Well, now, that’s certainly ironic,” Clara said as she patted my hand. “While I admire your bravery, darling, can we not risk your life again?”
“Agreed,” Stone nodded. I smiled and closed my eyes. Julie was safe, and so was I. A little fear lingered that Margrave was free, but either Stone or the cops would find him. Sleep crept up, and this time I welcomed it.
Margrave
That bitch was in there. The media presence alone told me that. I’d see that motorbike gang coming and going until they finally all roared off in a group. There were a couple of bikes remaining in the parking lot, but I could easily get past anyone lingering. I’d been watching for hours and had seen that the staff were using a side exit to leave. I was positioned close by, so I could slip inside when the next nurses left, which was right now!
Two women came through the door and didn’t look behind them as they walked in the opposite direction to their cars. Quickly, I grabbed the swinging door and slipped in. Keeping my head down, I ducked down the corridor and spotted a janitor’s closet. I entered and discovered a perfect disguise. Smugly, I hauled on the uniform and took a mop and bucket. Nobody noticed janitors, and they were always indiscreet around them.
Once I found out where Julie was, I’d change into an orderly’s uniform and grab a wheelchair and wheel her out of here. She was mine. A harsh lesson was on the cards for her—Julie needed to learn I was in charge. I was the man. She had to obey me,and this entire situation was one of her making. This time, my corrective behaviour would be remembered.
Julie hadn’t needed to run; that other cunt had made her do that. Well, I’d taken care of her. Left her lying in the dirt in her own blood. I bet that PI was grief stricken. He deserved to be.
I wandered the corridors for a couple of hours, keeping my ears open. I heard lots of rumours and chatter. Julie was here and was being kept in. The police had been in to see her, and her father was currently with her.
A nurse sighed as she said how Julie’s boyfriend had arrived and cried when he saw her. He told her he loved her and would never leave her alone again. I barely controlled myself from beating her stupid. Julie belonged to me, not some little pissant of a teenager who didn’t know how to handle a woman properly.
Women were born to be subservient to men. Men were stronger, smarter, and faster. All this women’s lib shit had tried to emasculate men. Well, real men such as I were standing up and proclaiming, women aren’t our equals, they’re below us. How dare females elevate themselves to a man’s level? It was disgusting.
Julie, like most of her gender, needed to be taught her place. It had all been going perfectly until that damn PI and his fuckin’ bitch. God, I bet he believed striking a woman was a crime. Naturally, it was a corrective action meant to show her the rights and wrongs of her errors. Women thought they had more rights than they actually did, such as the right to say no to a man.
No?! How dare they even think no? God gave them a pussy and men the tool to fill it. Not the other way around. Everything the female gender did was around men: female–male, women–men, woman–man. Females revolved around males, and that was a simple fact. If a man demanded a woman drop to her knees and suck him off in public, she should do so and be damngrateful. If he wanted to fuck her on their first date, that’s his right. No?
No? That is a curse word where women are concerned.
I’d get Julie back and restart her training from scratch, and I wouldn’t be so kind this time. Julie had been spared the rod when she was with me. Fists and slaps had been enough to control her with the odd kick. Julie had soon learned that my pleasure was everything. She’d learn it again.
As I headed upstairs in the elevator, a nurse was speaking and caught my attention.
“Did you hear April Graham was shot saving that young girl?” she tittered.
What was this?
“I’d heard April had been brought in barely breathing with two gunshots and a bad head wound. Are you saying she was nearly killed rescuing that poor kid?” the other nurse gasped.
“Yeah. The OT team claimed Dr Fredericks was determined not to lose her. By rights, they say April should have died, but he pulled her through,” the first nurse added.
