Page 110 of Hidden By His Side

“For fuck’s sake, Ram, lie the hell back down!” Diego shouted, crossing the room, but his hand on Ramiro’s shoulder didn’t keep him from standing up.

“Summer. Ovidio took Summer.” Ramiro had an IV in his arm. He grabbed it, but Diego slapped his hand away before he could pull it out.

“Sit down before you fall down,” Diego snapped.

Standing had made Ramiro dizzy, but the world was firming around him. Ramiro grabbed Diego’s shirt, dragging him closer. “He told me he was going to rape her and carve the baby out of her stomach. Unless you say she’s in the next room, get out of my fucking way.”

Diego paled. “You’ve been unconscious for days, Ram.”

Days. His stomach dropped out as panic filled him.

“The three gunshot wounds were bad enough, but it was like someone took a pipe to your head,” Diego was saying, but Ramiro didn’t care.

He shoved his friend against the wall. “Why didn’t you go after her?”

Diego’s eyes fell. “Ash went.”

Ramiro felt like he could finally breathe. He hated that it wasn’t him, but as long as she was safe. “Where is she?”

“Ash went after the clinic was hit. He said he’d follow them from there like they had followed you. We got you and Seb and the doctor out, brought you all here to where Naz was still hiding with—”

Ramiro grabbed him again. “Where. Is. Summer?”

Diego swallowed. “Ash failed, Ram. Hayes tracked down a feed of where he was dumped.”

“Dead?” Ramiro should care. He would later. Right now, all he could imagine was Summer, gushing blood from her stomach. It had been days. They were both probably dead. Summer and her daughter.

“We’re not sure. Seb said he recognized the woman that dragged him into her car. She’s some crazy Guzman.”

Ramiro shoved Diego away again, staggering as he rounded the bed.

Naz rubbed his hand over his head where he stood in the doorway. The doctor pushed around him, looking less than happy.

“What the hell are you doing out of bed?” the doctor snapped, moving as if he would push him back, but Ramiro’s glare stopped him.

“Move,” Ramiro said. “I have to find Summer.”

“Just finished tracing Ash’s movements back to the source,” a steady, mechanical voice rasped from somewhere near the couch. “It was a bitch to tap into all those cameras, and it wasn’t like those fuckers drove a straight line.”

Seb stood from the couch with a wince and a hand pressed to his stomach, holding out Ramiro’s phone.

Ramiro’s hand shook as he took it. “Where is she, Hayes?”

“I’m texting you the address. Take the other guys with you. You can drop dead, but Summer shouldn’t.”

If she wasn’t already dead. Ramiro shoved the thought aside. He would find her, and he would kill anyone in his way. Once he had a gun. He stared down at his naked and bandaged body.

Meg came out from a side room, pushing clothes into his hands. “You’re bigger than Naz, but these will have to do.” She crossed to where Naz had backed up against the wall, kissing Naz’s unmoving lips briefly while Ramiro dragged the jeans on. “Come back safe,” she said.

She’d left the room by the time Ramiro dragged on the too tight T-shirt.

Seb pulled keys out of his pocket, heading to the door. “I’ve got a bunch of guns in my trunk.”

“Probably stolen,” Diego muttered, already following. “You all better not get me fucking killed. Some of us have something to live for.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Let’s go get your reason to live.”

Naz followed behind.

“You’re all fucking idiots,” the doctor groaned, slumping onto the couch.

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