“You’re safe now. It’s over, Zoey. You are safe.”
Relief washed over me at the words, and I wanted to believe it but I couldn’t, not yet. I repeated my questions, and the woman nodded. “You’re in one of my spare bedrooms in my loft. Killian wanted you somewhere safe to rest and heal. The doctor already came to see you. She’ll check on you again in the morning.”
I shuddered at the thought of being around another doctor. Immediately my mind went back to the warehouse and what the doctor had done to me there. “Did they rape you, Zoey?”
Her voice was filled with compassion, and the sound of it almost broke me. “No.” I swallowed hard. “You’re Killian’s sister, aren’t you?” I changed the subject, trying to get my mind off the hell I’d been through and the fear of what could have happened to me.
She grabbed a pill from the bedside table and the bottle of water. “Yes.” She smiled gently. “Here. You should take this.”
“What is it?” I was feeling tired and ward out again. I wanted to sleep, but I still had so many questions. I also wanted to see Killian. I wanted to feel safe again.
“It’s the pain pill so you can get some rest.” She said softly, handing it over. “The doctor will come back tomorrow to examine you fully and do some further testing to make sure you are ok.”
Tears filled my eyes as I reached out to take the pill. Forty eight hours had changed everything about me, and I didn’t know if my life would ever go back to the way it was before.
“Where’s Killian?” I finally got the courage to ask her.
“He wasn’t sure you’d want to see him, so he’s giving you space to decide.” She answered softly. “Nothing has to be decided now, Zoey. You have been through a lot of shit in a little amount of time. You need to rest and heal, then you can make decisions. I just want you to know if you need me, I’m here and you are safe.”
“Thank you.” I yawned and winced when it pulled at the cuts on my lips. Since I hadn’t seen a mirror, I had no idea what the hell I looked like, but with as much pain as I was in I’m pretty sure I looked like hell warmed over.
My eyes closed, and I drifted back into unconsciousness.
Chapter 39
Killian
“You’re being a dumbass.” Donovan grunted as I sat back and watched the construction on the Livingston house from the cameras I’d set up on the property. My arm was bandaged from where the bullet had ripped through the muscle of my arm, but other than that we came away from it whole—except Zoey.
It had been three days since I had picked her up off the pavement, naked and broken. Her body was bruised and swollen in more places than it wasn’t, and there was a bump on her head that concerned the doctor. I’d called a friend that owed me a favor to check in on her, and she told me she would pull through.
When Rowan told me she hadn’t been raped, I felt relief for her. Getting through this was going to be hard enough, but getting through it with that kind of violation would be worse. They’d seen her and beat her while she was naked and vulnerable. I wanted to bring all of those fuckers back to life and kill them again.
We’d left the bodies of Botello and his men in the parking lot, but we’d taken the judge and dumped him out in Anahuac for the gators to feast on. Donovan took the judge’s car to a friend of ours and crushed it until it was unrecognizable. With his financial problems and the anonymous sources of information that had been leaked to the press about what he was involved with, people would assume he ran.
“She got hurt because of me.” I poured whiskey into a glass and shot it back quickly. “I kidnapped her to keep her safe, and I couldn’t even do that.”
