Page 66 of Divine Obsession

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“You can't be here!”

“No visitors allowed!”

“Someone get security–”

Trevor walked straight through the ER nurses and doctors, splitting them like the Red Sea. I followed closely behind, running to keep up with his big steps.

Getting from where the party had been Downtown, to the Mount Sinai Hospital on Madison Avenue, Upper-East Side – with the traffic there’d been on the road – should’ve taken an hour.

We made it in fifteen minutes.

Except Trevor didn’t use the road.

When we hit traffic, he hit the honk –loud– before swerving the car to the side and driving on the sidewalk to overtake the stationary cars. People had immediately moved out of the way, and although I knew he was rushing, he was still taking extreme care while driving.

Couple thousand dollars fine – pocket change to him.

Whole time, I was glued to my seat, holding on for dear life. The only thought grounding me, that we were rushing to Kali.

We knew nothing except that she’d gotten hurt and wasn’t waking up.

She would wake up.

She had to.

Neither had said a word since the phone call.

Trevor had been unsettlingly composed, though I could tell he was anything but.

In the way his hands had fisted the steering wheel of his black Ferrari. How his jaw clenched constantly. The way he drove recklessly through the city to get to the hospital as soon as possible. The way he was pushing through the crowd in the hospital without a care in the world.

He stopped abruptly – and by the laws of physics – I unwillingly hit his back. He grabbed my arm and pulled me in front of him. Usually, I would’ve made a snappy comment about manhandling. I wanted nothing more than to call him an asshole, but this was nowhere near the place or time.

Glancing up, I met the frown of a doctor. Her eyes switched from me to Trevor. “We weren’t able to reach your parents?”

“They’re on a flight to Tokyo. Won’t hear back until morning.” Trevor’s voice dropped dangerously. “What. Happened. To. My. Sister.”

The doctor swallowed uncomfortably while glancing at the folder in her hands before looking back up again. “Two women saw Kali in a nightclub – appeared to be under the influence. Venue was packed, so no one really noticed or cared when she stumbled off with a man. Except those two women.”

My blood turned to ice.

“She was already beaten and passed out when they found her in the bathroom. Walked in as he was pulling her jeans down. The bathroom mirror was cracked, so police suspect the attacker hit her head since she had cuts and glass shards on one side of her face.”

“Name.” Trevor’s voice sent a chill down my spine.

“Trevor–”

“I want a fucking name, Sandra.Right now.” It was at that moment I understood she wasn’t just any doctor. But one that worked for the Sus, before she worked for the hospital.

“The man got away. Police are looking for him as we speak.”

“Alright…” Trevor placed his fist in his other hand, cracking his knuckles, making it clear it wasanythingbut.

Especially not the end. Hewouldhunt down that man. And hewouldkill him.Painfully.

“How’s Kali?”

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