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“I don’t know. I thought at first they might have been looking for her. Her daddy’s the president of Raven Souls MC, after all. She’d make good leverage if they kidnapped her, but he didn’t seem disappointed that she wasn’t there. I asked him what he wanted and begged him to let me go. Pathetic, I know, but I have a baby who needs me and a new daughter who just lost one mom. I didn’t want her to lose another, or worse, be the one to find me if she decided to come home early, for whatever reason.”
I stop to clear my throat and take a sip of water when Hannibal holds the cup to my lips.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, fighting back tears. I might be fudging the truth here, but my memories are very real.
“It’s okay, Miss Williams. Take your time,” Officer Mills says softly.
I blow out a shaky breath. “I don’t know what he wanted. But there was just so much rage inside him. He straddled my chest and started hitting me again and again before his hands were around my throat. I knew I was going to pass out, but thenhe sped that up by bashing my head into the floor. Next thing I know, I’m waking up here.”
“And you have no idea who your attacker could be?” This time it’s Officer Evans that asks.
“The only person who wants to hurt me is in a coma,” I reply, playing dumb.
“And who might that be?”
I give them Driller’s name and explain where he is and why.
They look at each other before Mills speaks again. This time, his question is aimed at Hannibal. “We’ll look into it. Was it you who found Miss Williams?”
“Yeah. I thought we could catch an hour together while the kids were occupied. I never expected to walk in and find her unconscious on the floor. I thought she was fucking dead.” He runs his fingers through his hair before I reach out and catch his hand.
“I’m okay, thanks to you.”
He leans down and kisses my forehead. “You took ten years off my life,” he mutters, and I know those words are meant only for me.
Turning back to the officers, he continues. “I’m a medic. I was previously in the military, but I kept all my certificates up to date, so I’m pretty good in an emergency. I’ll admit, though, that seeing her like that made me panic. I called a couple of brothers for help, and in minutes, I had her loaded up in the back of the car, and we were on our way here.”
“You didn’t think to call an ambulance?”
“I didn’t want to waste time when I was worried about internal bleeding.”
“Understandable.” Evans nods. “I think we have all we need here. We want to send a crime scene unit out to the property.”
“That’s fine, though I’m not sure how much it will help. A couple of old ladies have been in and cleaned up, not wanting the kids to see anything.”
I can tell both cops are pissed, but what can they do?
“Thank you for your time, Miss Williams. We’ll be in touch.”
When they leave, I let out a relieved breath. “Do you think they’ll be a problem?”
“I think they might have a hard-on for the club, but anything they may find at the house will be inadmissible in court now, and they have no witness. Once they realize Driller's missing, they’ll likely conclude he was responsible. But again, without proof, what can they do? I doubt they’ll waste many resources looking for him. They might not like the idea of the club taking things into their own hands, but it saves the taxpayers money and the cops a bunch of paperwork.”
I chuckle before wincing. “I’m not sure they’ll see it that way somehow.”
“Probably not,” he agrees. “I’m going to see where the nurse is with your meds and text the all-clear to everyone.”
I want to tell him I’ll be fine. But all I want to do is curl up into a ball and cry, so drugs sound pretty damn good right now.
“Okay, I’ll just lay here looking pretty,” I joke.
“You’ll always be beautiful to me.”
His lips brush mine before he’s out the door with his phone in his hand.
The man makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. I swear he’s more potent than any drug I’m likely to get.
Speaking of which, the nurse comes bustling into the room, offering me a polite smile. “I hear you need a top-up on your meds.”
