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“Both.”

Shaking his head, he sighs and kisses my hand again like he can’t get enough of me. “If I had to guess, I would say that Devlin is dead and who the hell knows where Dominic is.”

“What happened?”

He meets my gaze. “What do you remember?”

“I remember the scalpel carving through my skin,” I whisper, turning to look at my bandaged left arm. “And I remember Devlin humming Don’t Worry, Be Happy as he stitched me back together.”

“Jesus, baby,” he hisses, closing his eyes as his jaw clenches. “Is that all?”

I shake my head. “I was fading in and out of consciousness and I think someone broke the door down but after that it’s just flashes of stuff that don’t make sense.”

“It was your father. He rescued you from Devlin and then the hospital staff found you dumped on the ground out in front of the emergency room door.”

“He just left me here?”

He nods. “I assume he had to get Devlin somewhere secure and then you know the rest.”

“I can’t believe he showed up at the clubhouse,” I whisper, wishing I could have been there to witness that.

“There’s one more thing you should know, babe.”

I turn back to him, nodding. “Dominic is fairly certain that Devlin was responsible for your mother’s death.”

“Oh,” I spit out, staring up at the ceiling. I’d like to say that I’m surprised but after everything else I learned, I’m not. His anger and pain was eating away at him for a long time and in the end, it took control over everything else.

“Do you know why he went after you?” Lincoln asks and my head falls to the side.

“Dominic didn’t tell you?”

He shakes his head. “I get the feeling he didn’t know.”

“He still doesn’t,” a voice says from the doorway and I stiffen as a handsome man with salt and pepper hair and an impeccable suit walks into the room.

“Dominic, I assume?”

He smiles and I can actually see how easy it would be to fall for his charming act. “You can call me Dad.”

“I won’t,” I answer, pressing my lips into a thin line.

“Dominic, what are you doing here?” Lincoln asks. My father barely even spares Lincoln a second glance as he strides into the room and sits on the edge of my bed by my feet.

“I told you this wasn’t over.”

“Don’t you think you’ve caused enough trouble?” Lincoln growls and Dominic dismisses him with an eye roll. Rage twists through my belly and I narrow my eyes into a glare.

“What do you want?”

Chuckling, he pats my foot and I immediately want to pull it back. “I’m here to check on my daughter, of course.”

“Yeah, right. Why don’t you tell me what you really want?”

He adjusts his sleeves. “Tell me why Devlin took you.”

“You’re the one who rescued me. Why don’t you ask him?”

“I am. A thank you is not necessary, by the way...”