Page 69 of Midnight Danger

“I’m your wife,” she retorted indignantly.

“You’re also wearing ridiculously high heels.” I laughed and choked on it when my throat went into spasm.

Her grip on me intensified until we reached the car. My body felt tired and sluggish, and I rested my head back for a few seconds before taking off, my only focus to get home without crashing.

Ash was waiting for me in the carpark, buffering my weight even as I slumped against him. “Get the doors,” he commanded Cassandra.

Her eyes never left me, her teeth chewing the side of her mouth.

“I’m fine, baby,” I rasped. It was a horrible lie, and I was never believing anyone who said that phrase to me again. Even loosening my shirt and tie didn’t stop the swelling in my throat.

“Stay with me, buddy,” Ash said against my ear. “The doctor is already on his way here.”

My fingers gripped his arm tighter in reply.

Ash dragged us into the room that had been used to store all the wedding paraphernalia, ensuring we didn’t contaminate our apartment. Jordan arrived a few minutes later, his furious gaze assessing everything.

“Get in the shower,” he snapped at Cassandra. “Throw your clothes into a bag.”

He lifted a roll of black bags from the drawer and handed them to her. She went to protest but Jordan held his hand up. Right now he was limiting the damage of being able to tie us to the murder of Marco.

“Ash, we need to get back there and retrieve the body before anyone else finds him. We may already be too late, but my guess is that they’ll be searching for the jewels, and hopefully blame him on their disappearance.”

My breathing became more laboured, and I stretched my head to try and gulp in air. Together, Ash and Jordan undressed me, throwing my clothes into another black bag. The guys did the same until we were all dressed in plain black training clothes.

The intercom sounded and I finally noticed Megan standing by the door. After a hushed discussion, she pressed the button to let the doctor in. Jordan discreetly moved her into the bedroom, handed her a black bag and a set of training clothes, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Sweat beaded on my forehead and trickled down my back with the effort of breathing.

Our personal doctor tutted as he felt my neck. “You’re lucky to still be alive.” He gave me the annoyed stare that he tended to do when we went to him to be patched up. “If the swelling gets any worse, I’m going to have to intubate you. Right now, I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“No!” Jordan barked. “They’ll look for him in a hospital, he’s safe here.”

Even private hospitals kept records of the injuries someone presented with. Right now, he was off the books and being paid in cash. “Fine,” the doctor grated out. “I’ll give him an anti-inflammatory injection to help with the swelling. You’ll need to keep a cold compress on it and make him suck an ice cube to try and help.”

“Thanks, doc,” Jordan mumbled.

“One of these days, you boys aren’t going to be able to be saved,” he lectured us. “Do I want to see the other guy?”

“Nah, you’re a doctor, not a pathologist.” Jordan snorted, and the doctor pursed his lips. He knew better than to ask questions.

Cassandra stepped out of the bedroom dressed in black training clothes, her hair wet around her shoulders.

“My wife,” I said, pointing to her.

“No talking,” the doctor said before turning his attention to Cassandra. “Your husband needs to go to a hospital. If his throat closes any further, he could stop breathing and die.”

Her lips pressed together, and I watched her struggle with emotion. “Thank you for your help. If there is any change in his condition, I will insist on him going to hospital, but right now, I’m more afraid of what is out there waiting for him.”

Jordan gave our doctor his creepy smile that made people’s sphincter muscles tighten.

The doctor shrugged. “On your heads be it,” he muttered as he rummaged in his bag. He injected my arm, and a few moments later, I could barely hold my eyes open.

“What did you give him?” I heard Cassandra ask.

“I put a sedative in with the steroid. It should help control his breathing by making him sleep.”

Sonofabitch just took me out of action. My fingers twitched and I felt Cassandra’s hand closing around mine.

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