Page 23 of Missing Marcus

Gabby nodded.

Ten minutes later, two black vehicles entered the garage and pulled in sideways by Knight’s truck. Her door flew open, and two large men covered her. Saint helped her get out of the vehicle. He picked her up and deposited her in the back of the second truck. Knight slid in beside her as the vehicles raced down the streets and into another parking garage. A few minutes later, they led them to an elevator.

One of the men pushed a button and they moved upward to the roof. Knight touched her back and she stepped forward, avoiding his hand. When the doors opened, they stood on the roof. Gabby’s mouth dropped as the men pushed her toward a helicopter.

“Is this safe?” she cried.

“Yes, ma’am. You got the cushiest ride in town,” Saint answered.

Knight helped her inside and onto a cot.

“You must be Gabrielle. Like all the other Serenity women, you already started trouble. I’m Patch or Ryder if you prefer. I take it this asshole knocked ya up?”

Knight growled as Gabby giggled.

“Let’s take care of this hand. What happened?” Patch asked as they lifted into the air.

Gabby gasped and gripped the side of the cot.

Knight moved to her side. “Easy Gabby. It’s a short ride. He placed his hand on her leg. Her fearful gaze met his. At seeing his calm demeanor among the large men, she slightly nodded.

Patch worked on her hand and she hissed.

Knight gave a low growl while Patch glanced at Gabby. “Sorry, there’s a sliver embedded under the skin. I’m trying to remove it. Then, I can stitch it up. Can you call the mutt off?”

“I’m fine. It stings a bit,” Gabby assured Knight.

“I’ll numb it in a sec. I want to ensure I got all the slivers. How the hell did this happen?” Patch moved her palm closer, making her cringe as the pain radiated up her shoulder.

Knight shoved Patch, making the corpsman shoot him a piercing glance. “Take it easy, man. I’m trying to help her.”

“It’s all right, Marcus. He didn’t know.” She turned to Patch. “My shoulder’s sore from the accident,” she explained.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Let me know how far you can extend it without pain. Have you elevated your other arm? Your fingers appear swollen,” Patch asked as he slowly moved her hand.

“We didn’t have—” Gabby’s face appeared panicked as she desperately fought the nausea. In a flash, Patch pulled out a vomit bag as she emptied her stomach.

“Gabby,” Knight exclaimed as she slumped over the bag and winced. “What the hell. What did you do to her?” he growled at the corpsman.

Patch glanced at Saint.

“She’s pregnant. It happens sometimes,” Saint explained to Knight.

When Gabby finished, Patch handed her a small cup of water. “Here, sweetheart. Rinse your mouth.”

The helo touched down and the men filed out. Knight helped her from the cot. They walked to another elevator and the leader pressed a button for a lower floor.

“Why don’t we use one of the bunk rooms? Then you can rest while I fix you up,” Patch offered.

She walked down the hall with him, and he motioned her to lay down on the bed. Letting out a shuddering sigh, Gabby laid back. Knight moved to the desk area as Patch pulled out a syringe and pressed it near the wound before stitching it up.

A knock on the door caught her attention as a redhead walked in.

“Hello, Gabrielle. I’m Kassie Winters. My husband works with the team and asked me to come over and give you a break from these brutes.” She smiled warmly.

“Hello.”

When Patch finished, he nodded to Kassie. She turned to Knight. “May I have a few minutes alone with her, please? I want to examine her.”

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