Page 5 of Safe Haven
I can’t just leave her here to die. My family would never forgive me. Plus, who knows what really happened or if whatever trouble she got into is chasing her. And she led them right to me.
FUCK.
Chapter Two
HAVEN
Iconsider myself a fit person, but carrying one hundred and thirty pounds of dead weight is fucking hard. Add in the caution of not causing more injuries, and you have the most fucked up adrenaline surge of your life.
It took me longer than it should have to move her inside and strip her so I could triage, but it only took me a moment to see she needed a fucking hospital.
I was going for my cellphone when a strange ringtone filled the air.
I searched her clothes and found one tucked into a leather vest she was wearing with the Royal Harlots logo on the back. The front had an embroidered patch that read Mercy, President.
Must mean she’s hot shit.
I slide the answer button on the phone and hear static and screaming on the other end.
“MERCY! WHERE ARE YOU?” This is it.
I can hang up and turn the phone off. I only need to stabilize her until I can get her to an ER and leave her for the authorities to deal with. That is all I owe to my family. But the people yelling on the line sound so desperate that I cave.
“No, Mercy’s unconscious. Who’s this?” Danica groans at the sound of her name, and I rush over so she doesn’t fall off the couch.
I stitched up her wounds, but she’s pale as shit and probably needs a transfusion.
“Loki, who the fuck is this?” I grin at the loyalty I hear in the woman’s voice.
“Haven,” no way was I giving more info than that.
“Oh, thank fuck. You’re the cousin. She’s safe!” She knew who I was?
“I wouldn’t say safe. She needs more medical care than I can give her here,” Loki cuts me off with a sharp word.
“NO. No hospital. You ain’t moved right? I’ll be there in ten.” The line goes dead, and I glare at my cousin.
“You told your gang about me and where I live?” I pace my living room and expect an answer.
“You’re the only local family I have. They knew to find you if anything happened to me.” I turn to face her and barely make out that one eye is open, watching me.
“Congrats, you’ve achieved that status. What the fuck, Danica! Who did this?” I motion at her body and she makes a sound I think is supposed to be a chuckle, but comes out a cross between a moan and a cough.
“Rival club at a drop,” I put my hand up.
“Stop, I don’t want to know. Where does it hurt the most?” I bandaged up her hand where the fingers were missing, and one of the stab wounds was really close to her kidney, but to my horror, she slaps her chest.
“I don’t know how you’re even talking. You have multiple sites, I know, that are bleeding internally. All I did was plug them. Danica, you’re dying. Why didn’t you go to a hospital?” I go and kneel in front of her and hold the hand that’s not injured.
“Missed you,” she deadpans, and my mouth falls open in shock.
“This is no time to joke.” I’ve watched a lot of people die in my profession, but never anyone I loved.
A tear runs down my cheek as banging comes from my back door.
I stand and run for the door. A petite redhead with a vest that reads Loki, Vice President, is glaring at me through the window.
“What the fuck, open the door!” I curse and unlock it as Diesel barks at us.
