Page 112 of Raging Inferno

“Ow, what are you doing? I’ve been shot.”

He looked up to see Kayne jerk her arms behind her back and slap on flex cuffs.

“Please, hot guy, help me. I’m in pain.”

Dom smiled when Kayne accidentally on purpose jarred her injured leg and she wailed, much like the emergency vehicles in the distance.

Damn it, he’d told them not to use sirens.

Kayne read his mind. “I called and made sure they sent at least two ambulances. I told them it was okay to come in hot.”

“Presley gets the first one.” He wasn’t budging on that. Jessie and Tamera needed help, but she was his priority.

“Agreed. I’m going to guide them here.” Kayne darted out the door.

“Isn’t anyone listening to me?” Rena sobbed. “Captain, I need you to help me so I can return to your crew.”

Rage, red-hot and dangerous, bubbled up inside him. The only other time he’d felt this way was when he’d learned what Lainey had been doing to Gia.

“You will never be a firefighter again. You will be lucky to ever see the light of day. If I didn’t have to apply pressure on Presley, I would kill you with my bare hands and enjoy every minute of it.”

He’d stunned Rena speechless. Her sobs stopped cold. Frankly, he’d shocked himself with the vehemence of his words. He wasn’t sorry—he meant every word.

Where the hell was the ambulance? He crooned words to Presley, not even sure what he was saying. He teetered on the verge of panic when she turned blue. “I love you, Presley. This isn’t how I wanted to tell you, but I do.”

Her eyes locked with his. With her labored breathing, she couldn’t speak. Her lids fluttered just as Kayne returned with a dozen emergency personnel. He was glad to see the entire B Shift crew, including Asher and Dana, two of his paramedics. He waved them over. Dana did a double-take.

“Rena?”

“Leave her for last,” Dominic ordered.

“She’s one of us,” Asher argued.

“She’s a murderer.”

That surprised them both, and they went to work on Presley. Dominic gave Asher and Dana the rundown and helped lift Presley onto a gurney, holding on to the knife so it didn’t dislodge. They strapped in her arms and added an oxygen mask.

“Captain, we only have two buses available. We’ll have to double up.”

Two more medics arrived. He instructed them to work on Jessie and Tamera and to take the saline bags since they didn’t know what was inside.

Dom called Officer Janus Brim over. “We’re short on ambulances. You’ll have to drive Rena Robbins to the hospital and arrest her for murder and attempted murder. I’ll fill you in on the details later.”

“Yes, sir, Captain Bianchi.”

“I’ll handle things here and meet you at the hospital,” Kayne told him.

Dom dug Kayne’s keys from his pocket and tossed them to him so he’d have a ride. Then he instructed two of his firefighters to help carry Presley. They couldn’t go as fast as he wanted since he had to ensure the knife didn’t move. When they arrived at the ambulance, he climbed in as the stretcher slid inside. Dana scrambled after him, and Asher rushed them to the hospital.

Presley couldn’t keep her eyes open. Her skin was tinted bluer than before. The oxygen should help, but Dom prayed the entire way to the hospital.

When they arrived, the doors were whipped open. Several emergency personnel stood ready to remove the gurney.

“I’ll take over,” one of the medics said, nudging his hand away to grasp the knife.

He watched as they disappeared through double-doors, feeling lost and scared. Presley had to be okay. He didn’t want to contemplate a life without her.

Dom glanced at his fingers to see them coated in blood that had seeped from her wound. He found a bathroom, washed up, and then called Charlie Gardner, one of his lieutenants, who was at the gala with his wife. He asked Charlie to drive Gia to him at the emergency room when they left.

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