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“I’m here, boss.” I hear a commotion just outside the room. I don’t know who it is, but I don’t really care at this point.
“Get in here and make sure she is okay,now,” I demand as I hear shuffling behind me.
“Is she decent, boss?” D asks. He is taking his job seriously as always. “We don’t want you killing a good man today.”Smart ass.He is lucky I won’t leave Bella’s side right now.
“Yes, I have her covered.” I tell D before concentrating on Bella again.
“Excuse me, but you will have to move a bit so I can get close enough to assess her,” my guy says calmly and cautiously.
A deep guttural grunt starts in my chest. “Do not do anything without running it past me first.” I’m not taking any chances with my precious Bella. If he wants to live another day he will make sure she is okay.
Chapter 23
Isabella
What the fuck! Why does my head hurt so much? I just want to go back to sleep. This blanket isn’t very soft.
“Ma Belle, wake up. Let me see those beautiful eyes, baby.” It’s Rex; he came for me. “You’re doing good, baby. Just take your time. Do you think you can drink some water?”
Wait, where are Cole, Amara, and that guy who was with them? Does Rex even love me like he says? Amara said they had been together for years. My head hurts too much for this shit.
“She may need a bit for whatever is in her system to wear off. Just be patient.” A new voice says close to my head, making me shift away.
“Can you guys be quiet, please? I just want to sleep.” My voice sounds weak, even to my ears.What did they do to me while I was out?
“Here, try and drink some water; you need it.” Rex needs to be quiet. His voice is so loud.
“If it will shut you up,” I grumble. “I really don’t feel great, though.” I take a sip and instantly feel nauseous.
“Just let me give her an IV. It won’t upset her stomach as much.” I hear that voice again.Who is that?
I force my eyes open to see Rex and another tall man standing behind him, looking frustrated. Once he notices my eyes on him he immediately looks away.Do I look that bad? Why won’t he look at me!
“I like the sound of the IV better than trying to stomach water right now.” I rasp out. “How long have I been here?” My throat feels drier than a desert.
Rex clears his throat. “A few hours. I’m sorry this even happened in the first place,Ma Belle. I thought that you would be safe at home. I will not make that mistake again.” His eyes look angry but with a glassy sheen like he is about to cry.
I shake my head, trying to say no. “I willingly got in the car with Cole. It’s my own fault.” Realizing that Rex said a few hours, I ask, “What time is it? I need to get the kids from school.” They are going to freak out if we aren’t there like promised.
“Don’t worry; we have time before then,” he reassures me with a small smile. “Let my guy here give you an IV and get you feeling better so you can go get them.”
“Okay, thank you.” I lay back and close my eyes. I feel someone touching my hand and try to think about anything but theneedle. Tattoo needles are one thing, but this is so different. I hate them so much. At least I’m lying down in case I pass out.
“Are you still scared of needles,Ma Belle?” I hear Rex’s voice close to my head. So deep, so sexy.
I just nod my head and hope he understands. I feel Rex’s rough skin as he squeezes my other hand, and it’s oddly reassuring. Who knew a simple touch could mean so much?
I feel a cold, wet sensation on the back of my hand right before a prick. My skin feels cold but sweaty before my body goes weak and everything is dark.
Before I know it, Rex is waking me up, saying it is time to get the kids. I must have passed out hard. I don’t even really remember getting my IV put in, let alone having it taken out.
I feel so much better, though. I don’t know what I was given at first that made me feel so shitty or what has made me feel so much better. I don’t even care at this point. I just want to get home with my kids and relax. This day has been too much and exactly the reason I wanted to move away in the first place.
I see clothes beside me and put them on under the blanket since there isn’t much privacy in here. Rex’s men are walking back and forth outside the door and the, I assume doctor, is at the end of the cot putting things in his bag on a pile of boxes.
“Do you need help to get to the SUV?” D asks me, bringing me out of my thoughts.
I see that Rex is busy directing his men, “No, thank you. I’ll be okay. Is Rex coming?” I don’t want to leave without him. I can’t shake the feeling that something is very wrong.
