Page 50 of Devil's Due: Sarge

“Can’t do a hospital. They’ll ask questions,” he answers as we take off, zero headlights until the SUV completely clears the residential areas and we make it back to where we start to see other vehicles. “Prez, who do we got around here friendly to us?”

“Block,” I answer for him, wincing from the soft vibrations of the tires on the road. “He… was our medic… Became a doctor… after… he got out.”

“Do you know where we can find him?” Vlad asks.

I shake my head. “Baby, pull… my phone.” She gently reaches into my pocket, holding it up to my face for face recognition and when the home screen opens, I tell her, “Find… Carter. When he… answers…” I take in a tight breath. “Ask for Block’s info.”

I know he lives around here thanks to Carter. He keeps track of us all. But as it’s been years, I’ve got no clue where to find him and not a lot of time to try.

“Okay.” She scrolls and hits thecallbutton. “But don’t you dare die on me, you hear?”

“I’m not dying, baby.”

“Hello,” she says abruptly into the line. “Carter?” Pause. “I’m Sarge’s woman. He’s bleeding in the backseat of an SUV after rescuing me. We’re in Pinecrest.” She pauses again, calling out the information to Roughneck as she gets it. “I don’t think he can talk—no he’s conscious, just in a lot of pain… Right.”

Greer holds the phone up to my ear. “What this time?” he asks.

“Shot.”

“Over a woman?”

“Not justawoman…thewoman.”

“You got her out… good. Letting you go now—and Sarge, don’t die.”

I laugh as he hangs up and it hurts like a bitch.

Eventually, we roll up in front of a building that could probably be classified as a small warehouse.

“Is this right?” Greer asks, not panicked, but clearly concerned.

“This is the address you gave me, sweetheart,” Roughneck answers. “Hang on while I take a look.” Just before he reaches the door, it swings open. Rough jumps back a step to avoid being hit by it.

There’s a man in scrubs waving us in. It might’ve been years since we’d last seen each other, but same black hair, if maybe a bit shaggier, close to my height. Looks like he keeps to his workouts. I’d recognize him anywhere. Block.

Rough runs back to the truck and along with Vlad helps me out. Greer jumps out and runs around to wrap her arms around my waist, taking some of my weight. While she and Vlad walk me up to the door, Rough helps Reaper.

“You look like shit.” Block greets me with a wheelchair, forcing me down into it. By the time he’s steered me halfway down the hall, Dark has walked himself inside, following slower than usual. “This her?” Block motions his chin toward Greer. “The girl—Carter gave me a heads-up.”

“I’m Greer,” she introduces herself. “My family kidnapped me. He got me out.”

He turns his assessing black eyes on her. “The fuck? Your family cartel?”

“Not exactly.”

That’s when I get hit with hisyou’ve got some explaining to dostare.

Despite the outside, once we hit the interior of the building, it’s as clean as a hospital. The walls and the lighting are similar. The same strong antiseptic smell. We’re greeted by another man who introduces himself as “Dr. R.”

Block shrugs. “Can’t run this type of operation alone.”

At this point, I don’t give a fuck. I’m bleeding all over the place, dizzy, and in a hell of a lot of pain. I’m given a shot of something then transferred to a stretcher. The last thing I remember is having the IV hooked up. It gets fuzzy from there, then nothing until my eyes pop open. Block had moved me into a room. And Greer sits in a chair pulled up as close to my bed as she can get it, head down, holding my hand.

“Baby?”

She slowly lifts her head to show me those pained blue eyes and attempts to smile. “Sarge,” she whispers while her eyes travel the length of me. “Are you thirsty? In pain?”

“Felt better,” I croak out through a dry throat.

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