Page 143 of Finish Line

The color drains from Nick’s face. “Wait, what? She was dying from cancer?”

“I had no idea. Only Peter can answer that.” She frowns.

Mav’s eyes widen. “You think he has a listening device in your house?”

“Maybe,” she says. “But we also know some of what he knows came from my mom and Hannah. Mom was buying her drugs from Roger.” She shakes her head. “Someone needs to watch over Cin. He threatened her and my uncle.”

I rub my temple, a migraine forming. Nick pulls out his phone and makes a call.

“Your uncle and Cin have been staying with Peter, but I’ll have guards on them when they leave. Frank can help.” Luke takes his phone out.

“We need to find Roger and end this.” Mav slams his fist into his hand.

“We’re getting close,” Nick says, already off the phone with Cin. “I’ve been working with Beau and Aaron every free moment.”

“Thanks, Nick. Also, thank you all for freeing me.” Shelby’s voice shakes.

“Anything for you, my queen.” Mav kisses Shelby’s hand.

I pull into the parking lot for the hospital, hop out to open Shelby’s door, and help her down. We trudge into the ER, and the minute they see us, a nurse rushes us to a private room.

I hate that those poor people in the waiting room have been there for hours, and because we have money, we receive special treatment. At the same time, I would throw every dime I own at this place to get Shelby checked out as fast as possible.

They take Shelby back to do a CT scan and several MRIs of her brain.

Since this is going to take a while, we settle in.

The hospital CEO, a friend of Dad’s, comes into the room and asks if we need anything, but we decline.

Shelby is wheeled back into the room, and they give her some medicine for her headache.

The doctor comes in, stopping when he sees us in the room. He clears his throat. “Ms. Winters, your brain scans returned fine, no swelling or bruising, but I want to keep you overnight.”

“Nope, not happening, Doc,” she says. “I want my bed.” She gives us puppy dog eyes.

“I have EMT training. I’ll be with her doctor. Also, my father is a doctor,” Nick says.

“All right, but if your headache worsens or you’re nauseous or dizzy, I need you to come back. The nurse will bring your discharge papers.” He leaves the room.

Not long after, we walk out of the ER.

“That was the quickest visit I’ve ever had. It’s nice having rich boyfriends.” She bats her eyes at me from where she sits in the wheelchair I forced her into.

I shake my head and continue out the doors.

“What’s wrong, Grizzly?” She climbs in the car.

“I hate receiving special attention. Several people were sitting here when we walked in, and those same people were sitting there when we left, probably waiting hours. We walk in and are seen without checking in.”

She shrinks down in her seat. “I’m sorry, we could have waited. I wouldn’t have minded.”

“No, I’m sorry, Firefly. You had nothing to do with it. I would throw everything I had at them to ensure you were all right. This just bothers me.” I squeeze her hand. “I’m glad you’re fine.”

“You do a lot of good with your money, Dom. Yes, that might come with some perks you don’t like, but think of what you couldn’t do if you didn’t have the money or influence?” Cam says.

“You’re right.” I focus on the positive effect my family’s money has had.

We pull up to Tate’s house, and I park the car. I insist on helping Shelby again support her weight as we walk up the drive.

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