Page 36 of Keeping Her Under
My only regret is I can’t tell them why they’re being punished.
But oh well. As long as I protect her, I can live with the rest.
Sliding her phone into my pocket, I wait for Ryan’s next text. When he tells me the floor’s clear for the staff meeting, I exit the ICU. No witnesses. No waiting police.
My heart racing with the thrill of it all, I make it out of the building. I climb into the backseat of the van I drove over here in and remove my beard and glasses. After changing into my normal attire, I step out of the vehicle. With a smile on my lips and a different briefcase in my hand, I walk back into the hospital as the respectable Dr. Rath Slader.
A man that no one would suspect.
A man that everyone trusts.
Twenty-One
With every step through the hospital lobby, the expectation of being caught thickens inside of me. It settles in my stomach like a ball of lead, its chain wrapping up my ribcage and finishing around my throat.
My pulse hammers in my chest.
My skull.
My teeth.
I can feel it everywhere.
In every inch of skin.
In every fine thread of hair on my arms and the back of my neck.
“You! Stop!”
Heavy footsteps slam towards me.
Police batons whip across my body.
So many scenarios play out in my mind. Will the day nurse notice Summer was thoroughly fucked last night? Will she assume it was Nurse Grayson, or will they come for me?
As I enter the elevator, I fight the urge to glance up at the camera. Even if someone did spot me last night and connected me to her room, I left my cell and debit card with Asher. He went out to a bar near my house around midnight and made sure he would be remembered. He looks enough like me for any staff to identify him as Dr. Rath Slader, giving me a solid alibi.
The elevator doors ping open. I tense, expecting the police to flood in and arrest me. But only an old man greets me. He steps back to let me out, then ambles in behind.
I walk casually to the changing room, but my heart is pounding in my chest. What if Ryan gets cold feet tonight? What if he calls the police and makes a deal for protection if he gives up a “capo in the Shadow Domain?” Given everything we told him was a lie, it would be the best thing for him to do.
But the Shadow Domain is the biggest gang in North America, stretching up into Canada and deep into Mexico. They have ties all over the world. Only an idiot would think they could run from them.
Although… desperate people do desperate things.
Perhaps I should send him the third photo of his mom. He thinks we’re sending them in real time, that if he follows our orders, he can protect her. But all four pictures were taken in the first hour of her capture. My cousin gets off on the choices he gives people, on how he can get them to want to fuck him like an animal. But yesterday, he didn’t give Ryan’s mom a choice. He raped her as a favor to me.
The fourth picture is a close-up of his massive dick tearing into her dry pussy as she screams.
I was never going to let her walk away after what she did. Her asshole of a son threw Summer to the wolves. She needs to be punished for raising him like that. She deserves everything she’s given and more.
Sending him that pic, though, would just push him into the arms of the police. At the moment, he thinks there’s an easy way to get his mom out of this safely, so I won’t fuck with that illusion until I have to.
Stepping into the changing room, I take a deep breath and quiet my screaming paranoia. No one knows I fucked a coma patient last night. So as long as I don’t look on edge, I’m not going to get caught.
Twenty-Two
When my workday ends with me as a free man, I know that fate is looking out for me. But when I get home, I don’t turn on her teddy cam and jerk one out in celebration. Instead, my focus is consumed by her phone. I left it turned off in the van while I worked so none of the cell towers would pick it up. If I get caught, its history could be used against me.
