“Bill fucked my wife,” Kenny protests as I yank him to his feet.
“Well, you’ve fucked yourself with this, buddy.”
When I lift my gaze, I find people watching us with interest.
“C’mon, people. The show’s over; you can go back to what you were doing.” I glare at them, and they scurry off, my gaze landing on a familiar dark scowl zeroed in on me from the bar.
Jessica’s ex.
The guy lifts his beer to his mouth, taking a sip as he stares me down. I press my lips together. He lowers the bottle and flashes me a smirk.
Fucking asshole.
Nico steps in front of me, cutting him out of my view. He eyes my face for a moment. “You good?”
“Peachy,” I mutter, shaking my head. “Station or ER?”
Both guys have cuts and bruises on their faces. Bill has a ripped shirt and a swollen eye, and Kenny has a gash on his eyebrow that’s bleeding.
“ER. I just called it in. I want them checked and patched up before we process them.”
I eye the two men who are still trying to jump at one another. “Do you think they can sit in the back of the cruiser without killing each other?”
“Let’s hope so.”
He’s more optimistic than I am, that’s for damn sure. We each grab our own dude, and Nico stops to talk to Mick before he joins me outside. Some of the crowd left after the fight was broken up, but others are still lingering and giving us curious looks.
I place my hand on the guy’s nape as I shove him into the back seat.
“I don’t want to be with him,” he protests, trying to squirm out, but I don’t budge.
“Well, you should have thought about that earlier.”
Once they’re inside, we take the front seats, and Nico starts the car.
Both men continue fighting the whole way to the ER, which thankfully takes only half the time it usually would.
“I’m going to sue you for this!” Kenny announces loudly, his tongue twisting and making him slur. I really hope he doesn’t have a concussion on top of everything else.
“For taking you to the hospital to get checked out? Sure, go ahead, dude.”
The electric door buzzes open, and we step inside the medical center.
A young nurse is sitting behind the counter, flipping through a magazine. She looks up half-heartedly but jumps when she spots us.
“Oh my! What happened?”
“There was a fight over at The Hut,” Nico explains. “We need these two checked out and cleared before we can take them in to be processed.”
“Of course.” She smiles sweetly as she glances from Nico to me. “You guys should also get checked out, just in case.”
“We’re fine.”
Just then Kenny sways a little, so I tug him upright.
“Are you sure?” the woman—Eva, if we’re to believe her name tag—insists, batting her eyelashes. “You have a gash on your mouth.”
She moves closer, her hand reaching for my face before I can react. “You don’t want this to get infected, do you?”
