Page 111 of Hart of Darkness
He rushed to Grace and cupped her shaking arm. “Grace, put the gun down.”
She had the weapon aimed at Miguel, as did several men on Ted’s team, which had surrounded the area. Rick was in handcuffs, hanging his head.
Ted smiled at me with relief evident in his eyes.
“Miguel has to die,” Grace cried.
There was so much pain in her voice, and it splintered me in two. Still, I wanted to ask her if she could shoot Cory too. That cocksure grin he’d worn was gone as a cop handcuffed him. In its place was defeat. His rich daddy wasn’t going to get him out of this one.
Dillon’s fingers went around Grace’s wrist. “He’ll get what’s coming to him in prison.”
If I was reading in between lines, then he meant Denim would make sure of it.
Dom eased out of the building. “Grace, please don’t do this.”
As though she’d needed to hear his voice, she collapsed in Dillon’s arms. Dillon grabbed the gun and handed it to Ted, who was close by, as were others from the gang unit, waiting to arrest Miguel.
I swayed, ready to puke as I pressed my hand to my shoulder to stop the blood from leaking out.
Dom wrapped Grace in his arms.
Then Dillon dropped to his knees at my side. He ripped off his shirt and covered my shoulder wound with it. “Hold this to the wound. The ambulance is almost here.”
A siren blared, getting louder by the second.
Ted rushed over to me, his hand smoothing over my head. “I’ve been so worried about you.”
My eyes drooped, and the feeling that I was about to pass out was strong. “Miguel has girls locked in cages in a warehouse.” My entire left side burned. “Not sure where. They had me blindfolded until we got here.” Miguel had taken off my blindfold before he’d gotten out of the Jeep. “There’s also two gunmen in that building across the street.”
“We know,” Ted said. “I got men over there now. I’ll get the location out of one of these assholes about the girls. Dillon, can you go with her to the hospital? I need to clean up things here.”
The ambulance pulled up.
Dillon furrowed his brow at Ted. “I’m not leaving her side.”
After I was laid out on a stretcher in the back of the ambulance with Dillon on one side of me and the medic on the other, Dillon said, “I was so fucking worried. I couldn’t go through losing someone again, especially you, Maggie.”
The medic, who looked to be in his thirties, kept checking my vital signs. “Her pulse is dropping.”
“ETA is two minutes,” the driver said.
My eyelids were extremely heavy. “I’m sorry about our date.”
Dillon opened his mouth, but I heard nothing as I passed out.
