Page 77 of Kade

“Uh…” Zeke tried lifting his hand.

“Taylor checked him out with the assumption we’d be taking him to the hospital,” I noted.

“No, she didn’t.”

“Logan!” I barked.

He stopped mid-pace.

“Look at him. Fucking really look at him,” I demanded. “He’s normally a smartass douchebag.”

“Hey.”

That proved my point, because that was weak coming from Zeke.

Logan stared at him, and some understanding finally dawned, some of the haze began clearing. “Goddammit.”

I grunted. “We need to shelve this.”

Logan glared at Zeke as I pulled out his phone, tossing it to the hacker.

“You will not breathe a word of this to anyone,” Logan warned. “In case you know anyone with telepathy, you won’tthinka word of this to anyone. You won’t write a word of this. You won’t learn morse code. You won’t text a word of this. Use your computer—”

Zeke’s face was twisted in pain as I went over to help him stand. He put an arm around my shoulder, the other over his stomach. “I got it. I have selective amnesia for all of this. Got it. Fuck, Kade.”

Logan growled, but he didn’t reply. He also didn’t move to help us.

I’d expected to be the one laying into Zeke, and Logan would have to call me off. But he’d gotten so up his ass that there was no room for both of us. I was kinda pissed at Logan for that.

As we walked slowly outside, Zeke groaned. “I went a little crazy, huh? Did this to myself.”

He tried giving me a slight grin, but I didn’t respond. There was nothing to say.

We’d broken into his house. Assaulted him. Kidnapped him. Strung him up. Logan brought the knife out, and Zeke went into a frenzy. Then again, if he hadn’t been hacking into Kai Bennett’s family, none of this would’ve happened.

Zeke swallowed, his hand clenching my shirt.

I unlocked my Escalade and helped get him up in the backseat. “Go ahead and lie down.”

He didn’t, but he did lean his head against the headrest and close his eyes. Fresh sweat beaded on his forehead.

I didn’t think any of that was a good sign.

Logan was just coming out as I rounded to the driver’s side.

He’d locked up the warehouse. I held off before opening my door. “You lost it in there.”

He shrugged. “Just pissed about the whole thing. If he’d pushed harder and gotten through, he’d be dead. What then? His wife would be burying her husband. His kids would be without a dad.” He cursed again, savagely, looking away.

A heaviness came down over me. I reached up, resting my hand on his shoulder. “I need to get him in. I think maybe that knife wound is infected. I…” I hesitated, not knowing what to say. Get Zeke to the hospital, stick around and hope for a decent prognosis, and then collect Maddy. It was going to be a long night.

It hadalreadybeen a long night.

“I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

“You sure?”

Logan nodded, his eyes shooting behind me again. “Yeah. I’m his lawyer. I’ll come up with a better lie than you will.”

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