Page 76 of Torment
“Feel worse,” I reply, wincing as I try to adjust myself in the chair.
His gaze flicks to the back of my head briefly, then back to my face.
“You breaking out of here?”
I nod. “My friend went down to pull her car in front.”
“I can walk you down.”
I wave my hand dismissively. “It’s fine. I don’t mind waiting.”
“Nonsense. Why make her walk back up here when we can meet her?”
I chew the inside of my lip, then nod.
“Okay.”
He smiles approvingly as he walks around and settles his hands lightly on the handles of the wheelchair.
“Let’s get you home.”
After gathering my things, he pushes me out of the room, the wheels gliding silently over the polished floors. The nurse looks up over the desk as we pass, and I wave before she looks back down at her computer. Stopping at the elevator, it chimes softly and Andy backs us in. The doors slide shut and he shifts beside me.
“I’m really glad you’re okay,” he tells me, his tone heavy.
The small space feels tighter than it should, and the elevator starts to descend. My heart pumps harder behind my aching ribs, and my head pounds.
“Yeah,” I whisper.
There’s a faint brush at the side of my neck–quick and sharp like a bee sting.
“What-?”
Warmth spreads outward from the spot, and the overhead lights begin to blur. My limbs grow heavy.
Andy’s voice is the last thing I hear, distorted as if he’s underwater.
“And now thanks to Karson,” he says lowly, closer to my ear. “I don’t have to kill that asshole for nearly killing you.”
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
I ripthe knife from the side of Owen’s neck and shove his body. The chair tips with him, the metal scraping against the concrete before he hits the floor. Blood spurts from his wound, and I tip my head to the side, watching as he gasps for air like a fish out of water. The color drains from his face. His attempts at breathing slow, and the life leaves his eyes, replaced with nothing but darkness.
“See you in hell, you fuck.”
Maverick steps forward first, nudging Owen’s limp body with his boot.
“Brother, huh?” he turns to me, arching a brow.
I shrug. “True or not, it doesn’t fucking matter. Blood doesn’t mean shit to me.”
My blood abandoned me at my most vulnerable, and left me fighting for my life. Some people want to know where they came from, I couldn’t care less.
Stepping next to Owen’s body, I drop down and wipe the blade clean on his shirt before folding it and putting it back in my pocket.
“Now he can go be withhisprecious mother in hell where they both belong.”
Cole comes over and starts untying him from the chair.
