Page 51 of Reacher
“And her bruises?”
“Will heal.”
I grinned at him, slamming my fist into his face, before I dropped him.
“So will yours, asshole, now leave before I decide to break some bones too.”
“You’re a fucking psycho,” the guy I’d just punched muttered, as he grabbed the door, and staggered through it.
The first guy stared at me. “This isn’t the best way to build relationships, Reacher. We’re here to do you a favour, at the request of Massimo Rossi, and he’ll expect a full report when we return.”
I folded my arms, completely un-fucking-concerned by his warning.
“And by the time you do that, I’ll have ascertained the damage to my old lady, and will be briefing him accordingly.”
Stitch cursed, and took it upon himself to lead the guy out of the room, while I went back to Ally’s side.
“How’s she doing, doc?”
He snorted, jerking his head toward the door.
“Better than those two assholes. Glad you didn’t let them get away with this. She’ll be fine though. She’ll come around any time soon, and have a hell of a headache, but she’ll be okay.”
I stroked her hair back from her forehead, feeling another surge of anger at the bruising forming on her pale skin. It hadn’t been enough, not to avenge her. But my desire for vengeance was warring with my desperate need to protect her and look after her, and I couldn’t bring myself to leave her side.
Fifteen
Iwokeupwithabanging headache, and a shock, because Reacher was sitting beside me, his hand wrapped around mine. I wrenched my hand back immediately, and watched a frown form on his face.
“Where the fuck am I?”
His face relaxed, and he reached for my hand again.
“You’re safe, woman. You’re in our infirmary.”
“Get fucked.” I shoved his hand aside, and pushed the covers away. Thankfully I was dressed, and just covered up.
“Where are you going?” Yeah, that sounded like a demand, from the man who’d discarded me like a pair of used underpants.
“None of your business.Jesus.” The room tilted as I slid off the bed and landed on my feet. When Reacher tried to catch me, I shoved him away again. “Don’t touch me.”
That hurt look on his face was annoying enough that I was tempted to slap him. How dare he act hurt after what he did to me?
“Ally, please…”
“Please? Please what? Please fuck off again? Don’t worry, I’m going. I don’t know how I ended up here, or who those bastards were, but you need to get out of my way so I can go. Where are my things?”
Reacher folded his arms at me, raising his eyebrows.
“In our room.”
Bastard. I headed for the door, cursing the way the room kept swaying from side to side. There was definitely something wrong with my head, or my balance, or something.
I slammed into him, as he stepped in my way, and caught me by the arms.
“Stop!” I backed up, and shook my head. Big mistake. Reacher caught me as I lost my balance and lifted me, taking me back to the bed, and he was so gentle as he lay me on it. It was all too confusing for me to interpret or process right now.
“Let me call the doc back up, and he can give you something for whatever this is.”
