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“You too, Max.” I reply and reach for the door, but he doesn’t move.

“Tell Colt I’m coming for him.” He smiles and before I can react, he fists my hair, slamming my face into the steering wheel.

Pain radiates through my skull, a strangled cry escaping my throat. My vision darkens and I hear the truck door close, the clanking of the metal too loud. Moisture trails down my cheek, and my head begins to spin. Looking through the window, everything is a blur, and I feel like I’m about to vomit.

Until suddenly, there’s nothing.

Chapter Twenty-six

Colt

I’m going to rip that motherfucker apart.

As soon as I answered Nova’s call, I heard his fucking voice. I knew he was up to something, so I jumped in her piece of shit car, screaming and cursing while flooring the gas pedal to get to her. This death trap won’t go fast enough, and I beat my fists on the steering wheel, losing my fucking mind. I shout into the phone over and over, but she can’t hear me.

He tells her he’s coming for me, and I hear a loud thump, and the horn blares as she cries out.

“Nova!” I shout. “Nova!”

She whimpers twice before the line is quiet.

Fuck!

Running the redlight, I take the turn into the parking lot on two wheels, desperate to get to her. I see the truck and stop in the middle of the aisle, jumping out and I start running. Snatching the door open, my fucking chest caves seeing her slumped over the wheel, unconscious.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here.” I whisper, lifting her into my arms, running to the passenger side, placing her in the seat gently.

I could call an ambulance, but I don’t have time to waste. I can get her to the hospital faster. Climbing inside, I crank the truck, throwing it into reverse, smashing into her car.

I don’t give a fuck.

She can be pissed at me later.

It’s a piece of shit and it’s going to the scrap yard.

People jump out of the way and stare as I speed out of the parking lot.

Her long hair covers her face, and I push it behind her ear, seeing the blood on her forehead, running down her cheek. There’s a trail leaking from her nose, trickling over her lips. “Hang on, baby.”

I run every light and stop sign until I screech into the emergency room parking lot. Slamming on the brakes in front of the entrance, I jump out, running through the doors, cradling her in my arms.

The receptionist stands quickly.

“Her face hit the steering wheel. She was unconscious when I found her.”

A gurney appears with two nurses, and I lay her down carefully. They begin wheeling her away and I try to follow, but the receptionist stops me. “Sir, are you her husband?”

“Not yet.” I grit out.

Her eyes fill with sympathy. “You can’t go back there. I’m sorry.”

Fuck!

I pace the floor in front of her desk when she comes around, holding out a pen and a clipboard. “Could you fill these out, so we’ll have her information?”

Clenching my jaw, I take the paperwork from her. “So, I can’t go with her, but I can give you her personal information? That makes a lot of damn sense.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” She turns to go back to her desk.

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