Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 81977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I sat next to her hospital bed, her hand in mine as I prayed. I prayed for her, our unborn child, and for forgiveness for what I was about to do.
"Ashley baby please wake up." I kissed her cold lips, my heart hurting. It had been hours and still nothing. The stupid fuck doctor said it was just her body’s way of protecting itself whatever the fuck that meant, but I didn’t like it.
“Come on baby I need to see your pretty eyes.” I felt helpless just sitting there doing nothing when I wanted to be out there hunting the fuckers myself. Instead I had to wait for word from my men.
I couldn’t leave her, wouldn’t leave her here like this unprotected even though I had men outside her door. I was afraid to even take my eyes off of her for a second.
How the fuck had I let this happen? How had I not sensed the threat from Lynn? I was so busy focusing on the danger from Sanders that I hadn’t given thought to what I might be bringing into her life and it had almost cost her, cost us both.
A baby, I can’t even get my mind around that, two innocents to protect. I cleared my mind and settled into the chair with my head back. I was suddenly very tired. I needed to shut my mind off for now, there was nothing more I could do tonight except wait for my Blossom to wake up and tell me she was going to be okay.
I felt her fingers twitch in mine and was up and over her in a flash.
"Blossom...come on baby, come back to your Gideon." I kissed her face so she would feel me, so my touch would be the first thing she felt when she came to. She came to slowly, her face scrunching up in pain.
" Gideon? It hurts."
"I know baby, I'll get the doctor." I used the call button instead of running out the door screaming the place down like I wanted to.
"I love you baby, you scared the shit outta me, you with me now?"
"My head hurts, everything hurts."
"No don't move your doctor should be here any minute."
The medical team came in, not just the nurse because I'd made it very clear to the doctor that she was to get the best attention and care. Nothing against nurses, but a young girl in the extreme early stages of pregnancy coming out of a coma needed the attention of a doctor.
The first one that even hinted at me leaving the room while they did their thing got a look that pretty much set the precedent for the others.
No fucking way.
I held her hand as they prodded and poked her studying her eyes and responses. She cried for pain but they could only give her the lightest dosage because of the fetus.
Seeing her in that much pain was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I held my peace though and never once did I let on to the rage that was growing hotter inside me.
When they were done and the last one had left I climbed up on to the bed with her being extra careful not to jostle her. Maneuvering her so that her head was on my chest I sang to her until she fell asleep.
She was in too much pain to stay awake and I guess whatever they’d dosed her up with was putting her out. I wanted her to stay awake and talk to me. I needed to hear her voice to hear her laugh.
Now that I knew she was okay it seems my mind and my heart let go. I felt the fear I hadn’t been aware of engulf me, the fear of never seeing her beautiful face again. Never waking up next to her holding her loving her.
The tear tracks on her cheeks was the last straw, as soon as I was sure she was asleep I placed the call.
"Did you find her yet?"
"We've got her in our sights, just waiting for the right time to move."
"I want both her legs and wrists broken then throw her on the sidewalk outside Sanders' house."
“Breathing?”
“For now yes, I want her to suffer and I want her to know why she’s suffering.
"Do we leave a note?"
"No, he'll get the message."
I hung up the phone without an ounce of remorse. The only thing left was Sanders and Starks. I had to get them in a way that wouldn't come back on my wife.
I didn't want her name in anyway associated with this, of course there was bound to be hoopla following the whole Lynn thing. She’s from a well-to-do family, to be found on the streets bloody and broken wouldn't go unnoticed unless the cop was clever enough to hide her before anyone saw her lying in front of his house.