“She’s okay, baby,” Ambros tells me softly as I press my lips to her damp forehead and sob. “Can you get some water for me, yeah?” Ambros murmurs to Con.
“Got it.”
Ambros crouches in front of us and slides his hand up and down my back.
“We’ve got her now, angel. She’s gonna be okay.”
I lift my head to look at him. “Then why won’t she wake up?”
“I think I know the answer to that,” Havoc states as he walks in with a face like thunder, a rag in his hand. “She was drugged.”
Chapter Eighteen
AMBROS
“What the fuck?Did you say drugged?”
He holds up the scrap of fabric. “Chloroform, to be precise.”
“I don’t understand. How? Why?” Citi asks the same fucking questions I’m wondering.
“I don’t know, but I will, don’t worry about that. I need you to tell me things that you might not want to. But for Star’s sake, I need you to be honest with me, Citi,” Havoc orders, crossing his arms over his chest.
Citi doesn’t look up at him. Her worried gaze remains on Star as she answers. “What do you want to know?”
“Who have you had over here besides the MC and the women associated with us?”
She looks over at him with a frown. “You mean like delivery guys?”
“Sure, and anyone you would have let inside.”
“I haven’t let anyone inside.”
“Think a little harder, Citi.”
“I don’t need to Havoc. I haven’t let anyone inside other than you guys and your old ladies.”
“Someone knew your alarm code.”
“You’re sure you didn’t forget to set it?” Citi asks me without anger.
“Ambros wouldn’t forget something like that.” Havoc sighs, making me scowl at the man.
“I didn’t say he did. I was just asking.” She cocks her head before huffing, a look of disappointment on her face as she continues. “Oh, I see, it’s much easier to believe I told someone the code than it is for Ambros to forget to reset it.”
“I’m not pointing fingers. It’s easily done.”
“Really, because it sure as shit feels like you’re blaming me.”
“Or you’re just being defensive because you know I might be right. If you have someone after you, we need to know so?—”
“So we don’t get abducted again? Are you serious right now? I don’t go anywhere or do anything. The park and my therapist’s office are the height of my social life until Ambros took me out last night.”
“This isn’t getting us anywhere,” he grumbles. “I’m just trying to help.”
“You’re pointing your finger, or at least that’s how it’s coming across.”
“Someone stole your kid from her bed, Citi. They didn’t just walk through the wall. They turned off the goddamn alarm and walked right in. They could have killed you in your sleep and taken Star away, never to be seen again.”
