Page 70 of Wicked Oath

Delaney

One Month Later

I feel like Iam going to go crazy. Talon talked me into letting him go to the office today and for me to stay home and rest. How am I supposed to rest? He just got his stitches out and this is his first day back. He hasn’t even been able to ride yet. I should be with him, not sitting in this fucking bed reading. I’ve tried so hard to not be a psycho, but I feel like if I leave his side, he will disappear. I have had a horrible feeling all day and I don’t know why. I just want everyone to come home so I’m not alone.

I have spent the last month making him accept my help. Jude, Chris, Tony, and Adam have been right behind me trying to keepme from overdoing it. The pain from the bruising was gnarly and intense, but I refused most of the time to relax and let them help Talon. It had to be me. Shit, it still has to be me. The only real way to keep me from sitting up all night and watching him sleep was to drug me. At first, they gave me no choice but to take the sleeping medicine. I was so angry because I felt like they were trying to take him from me, but I know that’s not true. I know I needed sleep, and I am thankful that they made me. I likely wouldn’t have slept at all, really. It got to the point where I would take the medicine on my own but wouldn’t be happy about it.

That first night, they sedated me, and I stayed that way for two days. When I woke up, I was beyond angry. It didn’t phase them in the least though. They continued to reassure me that they were handling everything. I knew Talon was the one telling them to do it. He stayed just as worried about me as I was with him.

I snatch up my phone when it rings, smiling when I see that it is Talon. “Hello?” I answer happily.

“Delaney,” Cheryl says.

“Where is Talon?” I snap. “Why are you calling from his phone?”

“There was an accident,” she says tearfully. “They called me by mistake. Delaney… It’s bad.”

“What happened?” I ask as I jump up from the couch. “Where are the guys? Are they okay?”

“They are with him now,” she sniffs. “I stepped out to call you. You need to hurry, Delaney. He… Please just hurry, okay?”

A rush of fear comes down on me as I grab the keys to the car. What happened? If she’s telling me to hurry… Is he dying? Have I been sitting here fucking off while he has been dying? What if she hadn’t called me? Why didn’t any of the guys call me? Maybe they don’t have their phones. “I’m coming. Where are you?”

“Saint Mary’s,” she says. “I’ll meet you in the parking garage by the ICU and walk up with you.”

“Okay. How bad is it, Cheryl?” I ask.

“It’s bad, honey. They ran off the road and hit a tree. He wasn’t wearing a seatbelt,” she says.

“Oh my God,” I say as tears roll down my cheeks. “I’m coming. Tell them I’m coming.”

“Okay,” she says before I end the call. I jump into the car and start calling Jude as I tear out of the driveway. When the call goes to voicemail, I leave him a message. Clearly, they don’t have their phone. They would have called me themselves if they did.

As I drive, I am trying to stay hopeful. We have come so far… I can’t lose him. I don’t know if I can survive without him. I know I have Jude, Chris, Adam, and Tony but… I need Talon. I need all my men.

When I get to the parking garage, I find Cheryl’s car and park beside it. When I get out, she is standing at the end of her car waiting for me. “Hey,” I say as I get out and shut the door behind me. “What are his injuries?”

She just stares at me with a smirk on her face and instantly I know I fucked up. When I back up to get into my car, she laughs. “Good luck, Delaney.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” I snap at her. She laughs again when a black van screeches to a stop behind our cars, and rage boils over. I lunge at her and grab her by the hair. She screams in pain as I start smashing her head into the trunk of her car, but I am stopped when arms wraps around my body and pull me back. Her body slumps to the ground but I don’t let go of her hair as I am pulled back.

“Let go of me!” I scream. “You fucking bitch! I will fucking kill you!”

“Shut her the fuck up before someone hears her,” a man with a deep voice commands. “In the van.”

“Stop!” I scream as I am dragged to the van, thrashing and fighting against their hold on me. I can’t fucking believe I fell for this. I was so wrapped up in my paranoia that I fell right into their fucking trap. I am shoved into the back and the man holding me pins me face down on the floor of the vehicle as the door shuts and a hood is pulled over my head. My arms are pulled behind my back and tied tightly, making me wince in pain.

“What about Cheryl?” another man asks.

“Eh. Fuck her. Talon will take care of her for us,” the first man chuckles. “She dead? Why is she so quiet?”

“Scared probably,” the second man says. When someone grabs my ass, I kick at them, and someone groans in pain. “Fucking bitch!”

“Aht. Don’t hurt her. That’s for her owner to do,” another man from a little further away says. I can feel that the van is moving now, and a million different things are running through my head.

“Nah. I won’t hurt her. Stupid whore can take it,” the second man laughs as he yanks my shorts down.

“Stop!” I scream at him, making everyone around me laugh. “Please don’t. What do you want from me? Do you want money? I can get you money. Please. Please. Please. Don’t do this.”

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