“Yeah, okay, Boss.”
“On three.” We were able to get Penn off the yacht and into the back of the SUV.
His head rested on my lap while Danny was doing all he could to apply pressure to the wound around the knife.
“Five minutes,” Alex announced from the driver’s seat.
“When we get there, Alex, get that arm checked out,” I ordered.
“I’m fine, sir.”
“It wasn’t a suggestion.”
“Yes, Boss.”
St. Mary’s was the closest trauma hospital from the marina. Alex drove right up to the entrance and jumped out.
“We need help!” he shouted.
“Hang in there, Penn, please.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead. It was crusted with blood, and anger and fear began warring for dominance.
“Sir?”
I looked up and saw a nurse. I released my hold on Penn and they carefully pulled him out and onto the gurney. Quickly, I got out and followed them, only to be stopped by a nurse.
“You have to stay here, sir. There’s a waiting room where you came in.”
I wanted to argue, but that wouldn’t do Penn any good. I stepped away and stared through the square windows on the door. I watched until I couldn’t see him anymore.
“Boss.” Danny stood in front of me. “Clothes are being brought over for you; you’re covered in blood. Let’s go get cleaned up, and we’ll sit in the waiting room.”
I cocked my head, then peered at myself. Penn’s blood practically covered every inch of me.
“Oh.”
“Come on, Boss.”
I let Danny guide me to the bathroom, where I stripped down to my boxers and washed the blood off my hands and face. Clothes arrived, and I dressed robotically.
“Alex?”
“He’s getting his arm checked out like you asked.”
“Raff?”
“Stable, he’ll be fine.”
“Good.”
In the waiting room, there were a few others. The television was on with the news broadcasting. I half watched, half thought about Penn and how much this was all my fault. I fucking should have let him run, my feelings be damned.
A tap on my arm caught my attention, and Danny gestured to the television. On the screen a reporter was at the marina, a fire blazing behind her.
“The Lady Midnight, formerly owned by the deceased Callan Anders is no more. A 9-1-1 call came in a short time ago stating the yacht was on fire. Sources are telling me there were people on board. It’s all very bizarre and as the story unfolds, we’ll keep you informed.”
“Where’s Lorcan?” I whispered to Danny, but the hatred I had for that man made it sound like a growl.
“Toni informed me that they found a hatch in the room Penn was in. It led to the bow where Lorcan likely got out, swam or something. Can’t be too far.”
