Page 72 of Bombshell

Liam raised his eyebrows and leaned forward on the desk, resting on his elbows. “You’re worried about hurting Dolly?”

I nodded.

A grin spread across his face, and then he let out a bark of laughter. “I’ll be goddamn.”

I wasn’t amused. “Don’t,” I snapped. “This is about finding out what the fuck Canyon is up to and stopping it. I want Calista out of town. Away from me and The Judgment.”

“Because her being around is upsetting Dolly?”

“No. Yes, but you know it’s more than that. It’s the fucking scum that I don’t trust.”

Liam nodded and leaned back in his chair, still grinning at me like I was a damn sideshow.

My phone rang, and I glanced down at it and saw Tex’s name. He knew what we were dealing with today, and I had him keeping an eye on Calista while I was gone. I didn’t trust her not to go after Dolly. She saw her as competition, and Calista didn’t like it when she felt as if she had to compete. What she didn’t realize was, Tink wasn’t competition.

She was mine.

“Yeah,” I said, answering the phone.

“You need to get back,” Tex said, his voice tense.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, standing up, my eyes locked on Liam’s.

“It’s Dolly, man.”

My heart slammed against my chest as I gripped the phone tighter. “What’s wrong with Dolly?” I demanded, finding it hard to suck in air.

“She was hit. By a car. She’s at the hospital now. I’m here. Just get here,” he said.

“What the fuck?!” I roared.

Nothing could have prepared me for the terror that shook me.

“She walked in front of a car.” He paused and let out a heavy sigh. “You need to get here.”

No. No. No. This wasn’t happening. I couldn’t lose her. No.

“What hospital?” I asked hoarsely.

“Mercy.”

“Tell her I’m on my way.”

He didn’t say anything, and I felt as if someone had shoved their hand into my chest and yanked out my fucking heart.

“I will. If she wakes up.”

I ended the call, my eyes burning as well as my lungs as I struggled to breathe. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening. Not my Tink. I couldn’t lose her.

“FUCK!” I roared as I grabbed the chair I was in and hurled it across the room.

“Micah, what’s wrong?” Liam asked, coming around the table toward me.

“I have to go. It’s Dolly,” I choked out.

“I’ll drive. You can’t drive like this.”

“The fuck I can’t!” I snarled and stormed out the office door, then broke into a run down the stairs and out into the parking lot.

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