“We found her in the stables where we keep our horses. One of them was missing, and she was on the ground beside it with the saddle. I think she might have been thrown off the horse. I can’t be sure because she snuck off.”
“Okay. We’re going to do everything we can to make sure she’s OK. Thank you for the information. The nurse is going to get you the forms so you can get her admitted. You are her father, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Okay then. We’re going to go run a few tests, check for internal damage, and once we have all her scans, we can discuss treatment.”
“How long is that going to take?” Cambrie chimed in.
I had lost my voice. All I kept thinking about was my baby girl in there alone and scared. Tavi acted tough, but that was all just her shield. She was one of the sweetest people in the world when she cared. She’d been so busy trying to be hard these last couple of months that I almost forgot about that side of her. With Cambrie in the picture, she was combative about everything. I didn’t want that to taint her the way it had Nadia. Her negativity was rubbing off on our daughter, and I wanted to nip that shit in the bud.
“Thirty to forty-five minutes,” Dr. York answered. “We’re taking her up to the sixth floor. You can take the elevator up and wait out in the waiting area.”
“Thank you, Dr. York.” Cambrie sighed and faced me. “Hey.” She grabbed my face, forcing my eyes into hers. “She’s going to be fine. She is one of the most stubborn people I know.”
Grabbing her arms, I pulled her into mine and held her tight. Her soft hands stroked my back, and I took a deep breath as an ambulance pulled up out front. We were just a few steps from the entrance. The rushed, alarmed voices caused me and Cambrie to move swiftly when the doors to the red truck popped open and the medics hopped out. I watched them move just as quickly as they did with Tavi, pulling the gurney out as a team. When they rushed past us, I just knew I was tripping, but Cambrie’s gasp as her hand fell over her mouth let me know I wasn’t seeing things.
“Oh my God . . . is that?—”
“Ivo,” I muttered, as they wheeled my brother’s bloody body across the hall.
“Staten!” Emerald’s strained voice called out from nearby.
With tears in her eyes, she raced toward us out of breath.
“Where is he? Where’s Ivo?” She looked around in a panic.
“They just took him back there.” I pointed ahead. “The fuck happened?”
“I don’t know!” she whimpered. “He texted me from the party and said that he was going to pack a bag and come stay with us at my place. I fell asleep waiting on him, but I heard the gunshots go off outside. By the time I got out there, whoever it was had sped off, and Ivo was laid out next to his car.”
This was some bullshit. All the anguish and worry I harbored for Tavi had slowly morphed into pure rage when I thought about somebody catching Ivo slipping. Looking up, I spotted Brick and Six rushing in through the sliding automatic doors.
“What’s up? How is she?”
“Who?” Emerald frowned, then something lit up her eyes like she had just recalled something. “Wait . . . if you didn’t know Ivo had been shot, what are you doing here?”
“What!” Brick belted. “The fuck you mean Ivo been shot?”
“Brick, calm down.” I swiped my beard. “My daughter had an accident. She’s upstairs getting some scans.”
“Oh my God. Is she going to be OK?” Emerald wondered.
“We don’t know yet. I have to get up there and wait for them to come out with her results,” I told her.
“Go. I’ll stay here,” Emerald insisted. “I’ll call you when they tell me what’s going on.”
“What she mean Ivo been hit? The fuck is going on?”
“Call Moniece. Tell her to run the surveillance on Emerald’s block for the last two hours. Let her know what’s going on and tell her we need to know who the fuck did this,” I ordered.
Nodding, Brick went into his pocket for his phone.
“What about Rossi and Cella?”
“Call them. Tell them and Sol to be cool and stay with the kids. We don’t need everybody spread out right now when we don’t know what the fuck is going on.”
“Aight.” Brick nodded and moved away from us to make those calls.