“Ay, Troop. This is Story, hit me back at this number as soon as you get this. We need to talk.”
“The fuck is going on?” I mumbled.
As soon as the cab stopped, I pulled the door and got in. Los was right behind me and didn’t say anything until the driver asked where to and I rattled off, “Bellevue Hospital.”
“Yo, what the fuck we going to the hospital for, Troop? What’s going on?”
“Sophie.”
“Shit, the baby?”
“I don’t know, she didn’t say, but she was attacked in the parking garage at my place.”
My fists tightened and I punched the back of the Plexiglas hard as hell several times. The driver glanced at us through his rearview, but thankfully he didn’t try to put us out and kept going.
“Muthafucker. I told her not to leave.”
“Troop, calm down. It’s been an entire gotdamn day. You couldn’t expect her to stay put for that long and she didn’t know where the fuck you were. You’re not mad at her, you’re upset because of what happened. So just chill for a minute until we get there and see what’s really going on.”
I dropped my head into my hands, trying to calm myself, but it wasn’t working. All I kept thinking about was if something had happened to that baby because I wasn’t there, Sophie would never forgive me. Shit, I couldn’t forgive myself. We couldn’t take that type of hit.
Chapter 45
Sophie
“Ms. Prescott, if you don’t eat, I can’t let you go home.” The nurse looked at me sympathetically after she pushed the tray away from my bed that held my dinner.
“I’m not hungry,” I said lowly before I scooted down in my bed and pushed my arm under the pillow to support my head.
“I understand, but you have to consider the baby. Just try a little something and I’m sure you’ll feel better. Maybe someone can bring you something you like. Is there anyone you’d like me to call?
“No!” I forced out sharply before cutting my eyes at her.
I had been there for almost a day and Trooper still wasn’t answering his calls. Maddie wasn’t either and I didn’t have anyone else to call.
I wasn’t about to call my mother, so as of right now, I would just be here alone until they told me I could leave. Trooper could be in jail or worse. When I left him, he was making calls to get rid of a body. Maybe the cops found out. I felt overly emotional just thinking about it, so I closed my eyes, trying to erase the thought.
Not to mention, William had paid someone to attack me and Lincoln was part of it. Was I even safe in the hospital? I started to hyperventilate the more I thought about it, which forced me to sit up, holding my hand against my chest, trying to control the feeling. Tears were falling and I felt my lungs struggling as my breathing became more restricted. I got my hand on the nurse call button, but dropped it when I heard that voice.
“Sophie, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t… I can’t… breathe…” I struggled to get out as he pulled me onto his lap.
Trooper’s hand moved down my back as he pressed his forehead to mine.
“Sophie, calm down. You can breathe, you just have to relax, baby girl. Relax for me, okay?”
As if he controlled everything about me, my body followed his command and my breathing slowed. I regained control and my heartrate began to calm.
“You weren’t here. Where were you?” The words flowed right along with my tears, but I held onto him so tightly my hands ached from the grip.
“I know, baby, but I’m here now.”
My hospital door opened and a nurse entered, but Trooper shut that down quickly without even looking to see who had entered.
“Get out.” His voice elevated as he spoke, but whoever was in the room kept talking.
“Ms. Prescott called and?—”
