“Don’t worry about it.”
“I thought you died,” she hisses.
My lips twitch into a smirk. “It would take a hell of a lot more than a knock over the head to kill me. Have you called Millie?”
Lainey lifts her fingers to her lips, covering them as she lets out a small cry. “Oh shit, I forgot. I was so worried, I didn’t even think.”
A few moments later, my woman is called, and I brace myself for what that means. Because this place is going to be crawling with brothers and old ladies, but the only one I give a shit about is Millie.
She’s the only person I want to see, aside from Lainey.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
PIGGY
I feel like a fucking idiot.I can’t believe I let someone get me like that. I should have just gotten the fuck out of Dodge the second that spotlight hit my eyes, not giving a fuck who or what I ran over in the process.
That fuck incapacitated me with my goddamn shotgun in my hand. He could have picked it up and killed me with my own fucking gun. I feel stupid. Really fucking stupid. I can’t believe I let that happen. I replay the moments over and over. Split seconds, and I made the wrong decision.
Lainey moves around the room, making herself busy, ensuring I have water and food at the ready, being overly nurselike. I don’t know how I feel about it. I’m usually the one taking care of her, so this is not at all what I am used to.
I’m just about to tell her to stop fussing at me as she tucks in the blankets at my feet when the door flies open. I don’t know who I expect to see on the other side, but I let out a sigh of relief when it’s Millie. It’s who I hoped would come.
Although judging by the way she’s looking at me, the way she watches me from across the room, she’d like to be anywhere else. Then, as if her feet become unstuck from the floor, Millie rushes forward, practically jumping onto the bed beside me. I let out a grunt, and she falls forward, pressing her lips to my throat.
“I’m okay,” I murmur.
Wrapping my arms around her, I gently stroke her hair. I’m not quite sure what else to say, and I have to admit, it’s nice having her this close to me. I soak it up, fully realizing that I almost lost this. I almost lost her, because I could have lost my own goddamn life.
Millie lifts her head, her eyes narrowed, and she presses her lips together. Obviously, she’s not happy, and now that the adrenaline has worn off and she knows I’m okay, she’s going to lay into me, and I kind of can’t wait. Because she gives a fuck about me. And maybe she even loves me.
“What the hell?” she asks.
“What the hell?” I parrot.
“How could you get hurt like that? What happened? Who did this? I’ll find them and…”
I touch my lips to hers in an effort to keep her quiet and to keep from laughing at her and further pissing her off. She’s so fucking cute when she’s fired up, and I don’t think I could get it up right now. My head hurts too goddamn bad.
“You won’t do a damn thing, Mill. You’ll let me handle it.”
She shakes her head once, then her gaze connects to mine and holds. She starts to open her mouth again, no doubt to argue with me, but I don’t let her. She isn’t going to do shit because I don’t want her in any more danger.
“You’ll let me handle it, Mill.”
She blinks a couple of times, then narrows her eyes at me again. She’s got something more to say, so I let her say it.Although she’s not going to talk meoutof anything. She is going to stay fucking safe, if it’s the goddamn death of me.
“Is this Axton the officer or Piggy the Reaper handling it?” she asks.
Fuck.Me.
But I love this damn woman.
Tangling my fingers in the back of her hair, I gently tug her close to me, touching her lips to mine. Her breath hitches just enough that I’m able to slip my tongue inside her mouth, tangling it with her own and tasting her.
Fuck.
We weren’t even away from one another for a full twenty-four hours, and I missed her.
