Page 43 of Vallaverse: Noir
“That's none of your business or your concern,” Tavi answers. “And you don't have any more questions.” He starts to close the door in her face, but Dana puts her hand against it to stop it from shutting.
“Just one more, and then I'll go.”
Tavi exchanges a look with Dixon. Dixon nods and Tavi turns back to answer Dana. “One.”
I can't wait to find out why there's so much animosity between these men and my Dana.
She pulls up the other pictures on her phone, the ones of the Alphas she killed for hurting Beckett. “Do you know either of these men?”
Dixon steps around Tavi and tries to grab Dana's phone. “What happened to them?”
“Who are they?”
“One of them is my brother,” Dixon says, starting to growl.
“Was,” Dana says flatly, and then time stops.
It isn't like it was at the center. Then, I knew Dana wasn't in any real trouble. I didn't doubt her ability to defend herself or her Omega in that situation because the only anger was hers. Those Alphas weren't expecting to pay for their sins when they saw her stalking toward them. This man is angry. This man wants revenge. And she just taunted him.
There's nothing I can do to stop what happens. I could never be fast enough to stop a bullet. Before I realize it's happening, there's a gun in Dixon's hand and a shot ringing in my ears. Dana collapses into Beckett's arms without making a sound. I see the red start to spread across the front of her shirt and then I don't see anything else.
I don't hear anything else.
There is nothing but foggy darkness until I finally register Beckett screaming my name.
I blink rapidly, trying to clear my head of the thick rage-filled mud it's buried in.
“Pierce!” Beckett screams again. “We have to go! Help me!”
It feels like I'm moving in slow motion as I focus on his face. There's blood on it.
There's been an incident.
I've had an incident.
My heart starts pounding in my chest to the point of pain.
“Pierce!” Beckett yells once more, and I shake my head. “We need to get her out of here! Now!”
I force my gaze lower to where Dana is gathered in his arms. She's unconscious. There is a growing red stain covering the upper left side of her shirt. She's a sickly pale color.
Then I look at my hands. They're covered in blood. Thoughts start coming in of ripping flesh and breaking bones and I have to shake my head again. I look at the door standing wide open and what's left of the men who were standing in it.
Oh.
Well, I don't mind that so much. That's worth the incident record.
“Valla!” Beckett barks, finally gaining all of my attention. “We have to get her to the hospital. Please! She'll need you.”
Josef comes running from the car that he left running in the middle of the front lawn. “Let's get her into the back seat. I'll get her there before …” He doesn't finish the sentence, which is probably a good thing.
Dana groans pitifully and that spurs me into motion. I take her from Beckett's arms and run with her to the car. I keep her on my lap as the car takes off, keeping her upper body elevated. Beckett takes off his shirt and balls it up to press against Dana's shoulder in an effort to stop, or at least slow the bleeding.
We get to the hospital in record time. The medical team takes Dana back immediately and Beckett sits beside me silently while I try to force my bloody and shaking hands to hold the pen so I can fill out the incident report. The only reason I'm bothering with it is because Dana has been shot and I want it to be known that those men lost their lives because they hurt someone who belongs to me.
“Give it to me,” Beckett says, holding out his hand for the pen and form.
I give it to him. I'm still barely able to concentrate on the letters, much less the words they're trying to make. He goes through the questions on the form, either writing down whatI say verbatim or condensing my answers into a more concise explanation. The only question that requires any real thought is the one asking about pack members.
