Page 85 of Edge of Heaven

TATE: I need you to call me.

TATE: There’s been an incident with Taryn and Callum. She’s in the hospital.

TATE: Can you come to the hospital?

There’s an address and I practically run through the airport to the car service that’s waiting for me.

“We need to detour.” I give him the address and then respond to Tate.

MICK: What the fuck happened? Is she okay?

TATE: She’s in rough shape and she won’t tell the doctors the truth about what happened.

MICK: I’m on my way!

The blood thrums through my veins, my body tense as I try to contain my fury.

If I see that motherfucker, I’m going to end him.

It’s not a game to me; he’s hurt the woman I love.

I don’t care what it costs, or even if it upsets Taryn, but she’s done with him. Unless she tells me she doesn’t love me, doesn’t want to be with me, I’m ending this now. He might be physically larger than I am, but I’ve always been scrappy.

And the guys will have my back.

We get to the hospital and the driver offers to wait. Since I’m not paying for it, I tell him I’ll let him know if I’m going to be more than an hour or so.

Then I stalk into the emergency room area like a man on a mission.

“Mick!” Tate calls to me, and I hurry in that direction.

“Where is she?”

“Still in the E.R. The cops just showed up and she’s insisting it was an accident.”

“I’m done with this fucker. Take me to her.”

“Dude, for whatever reason, she doesn’t want to tell the cops.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“I don’t know.” He shakes his head. “I found her in the hallway, knocking on your door. She could barely stand up. There was blood on her face…” His voice trails. “The X-rays showed three broken ribs.”

I’m starting to see red and he can probably tell because he grabs my arm. “Easy. Don’t let her see how upset you are. She’s in rough shape and scared. I don’t know if it’s of him or something else, but you need to chill before you see her.”

I nod, trying to calm the fury racing through my veins.

The need to hurt him the way he hurt her.

That asshole put his hands on what’s mine.

I’ve done a shit job protecting her so far but that ends now.

“I’m good,” I say in a steely voice.

He points to where she is and I walk in that direction, trying to compose myself because I don’t want to scare her and I also don’t want the cops to mistake me for the guy who did this.

“Taryn.” My heart squeezes painfully when I see her.

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