Page 124 of With A Little Luck
No one can accuse me of not being thorough. I swipe his phone out of reach, as well as the gun, and release his forehead.He twitches as he falls face-first into his bowl of marshmallow-laden cereal.
I hope he enjoyed his last meal.
Spinning around, I exit the kitchen and hit the long corridor. This time, I make my way toward the front door to access the stairs.
I’m unused to working with a team, and I frown. Fucking hell. I’ve tuned out everything they’ve said.
“Trigg?” Easton hisses.
“One down. I’m headed up to you.”
“Don’t bother,” Valor growls. “We’re coming down. We’ve got one in tow.”
My lips tip up.
That is an excellent turn of events.
For us.
Not for the poor soul who will now be tortured for information before meeting his demise.
Easton’s voice comes over my comm next. “Send in the disposal team.” They’re close but not currently on site, so he can only be speaking to Calder.
From what I understand, that team will come in, remove the bodies, and light the place up.
How they manage the cleanup is of no concern to me. Neither is questioning the one they kept alive.
I’ll let Easton handle that.
I have an omega to get back to, and this has already taken way too long.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Quincy
“Look, I just feel like I should say thank you for having sex with me. You’re gorgeous. You know that, right? I’m an ugly motherfucker, so we can all agree that you’re out of my league—” Ridge’s rambling cuts off as I shove the thermometer under his tongue once it’s reset. “Did you take pity on me that night? Oh God, was I a pity fuck?”
“Stop messing with the device.” I laugh. “I don’t know who lied to you, but you’re very handsome.”
His eyes cross as he tries to check out the numbers on the thermometer, and I smile like a total goofball. This Ridge reminds me a lot more of the guy I met that night in the bar.
“You’re sexy. I’m wildly attracted to you.” I pat his cheek in hopes he’ll look at me and not the thermometer. “You’re also funny, sweet, and unbelievably brave.”
Maybe it’s easier to be completely honest with him because I’m not sure he’ll even remember this come tomorrow morning.
Dr. Daniels stopped by earlier to check on Ridge. I verified his name twice, so I have no idea why Ridge calls him Dr. Dane, but maybe that’s his first name.
Ridge and I shared a killer nap this afternoon and late into the evening. It was the best sleep I’ve had in a long time, butunfortunately, we slept through when he was supposed to take his pain medication. The doctor gave him an IV thingy for antibiotics, and when he saw how severe Ridge’s pain level was, he gave him a dose of something that sent Ridge flying. He’s been on a roll since, but with how out of it he is, I have doubts this will stick in his memory.
The doctor also gave me and Hartley a serious talk about setting an alarm and giving him his pain medication every four hours—at least for the next two or three days. In his words, we need to keep Ridge’s pain from ever getting to a ten because it’s much harder to get it back down to a manageable level once it gets that high.
He explained that it’s not just about not letting Ridge suffer needlessly. Pain can increase blood pressure, and especially while he’s healing, it’s best not to tax his heart any more than it already is.
It’s frightening to be managing all of this on our own. A normal person would have gone straight to the hospital via an ambulance… Actually, anormal personwouldn’t have had three men attempt to shoot them in broad daylight to begin with.
And my silly genetics are just as enamored by how dangerous and well-trained Ridge is as they were about learning there was more to Trigg than I originally thought. My system is coded to find the most dangerous alphas. That way, they’ll be able to protect me from any threats that pop up.
Evolution just doesn’t seem to understand that it becomes a moot point ifthey’rethe ones attracting all the danger.
