Page 49 of Fanatic

I released a growl, and he stepped away and placed his hand on his gun.

“Willow!” I shouted a third time, and I saw a man jogging towards me. “Jimenez, where is she?”

“Willow’s fine, Fanatic. ASACs just being checked over. Let him through, officer, he’s with us,” Jimenez said.

With a smirk, I ducked under the tape as Chance and Shotgun spotted the Devil’s Scythes and headed towards them.

Highly agitated, I followed Jimenez to an ambulance where Willow sat. I didn’t even look at her but grabbed and held her tight. Several long moments passed as I breathed in Willow’s scent and accepted my girl was safe and alive.

When I stepped back, that’s when it hit me.

“Holy fuck!” I hissed. “Get your ass over here and sort her out!” I snapped at a paramedic.

Willow smirked and winced. “Guess I look bad.”

“Babe… ain’t got the words.”

“ASAC Ware, your forehead has met a cheese grater, your eyes are swelling and a beautiful shade of black and purple already. Your nose is twice its size, and your chin had an argument with the same cheese grater and lost,” Jimenez said gleefully.

I could have punched his lights out, but Willow began giggling and then held her sides.

“And I have swollen knuckles on my primary hand, bruised ribs, and I shouldn’t be laughing, asshole,” Willow wheezed. “Where were you, my man? Jimenez, you’re meant to be my SAC? Some fuckin’ SAC you are!”

Jimenez laughed.

I was tempted to yell at them both, but I noticed something happening. Willow and Jimenez were bonding. She’d explained that they had hated each other in the past, but he was an amazing agent, which was why she’d picked Jimenez. The factthey were ribbing each other was a good thing, although I wanted to pummel someone to death.

“Does Willow need the hospital?” I asked the paramedic, who was glaring.

“Get out of my way so I can treat my patient.”

“Sorry,” I answered, stepping aside. “Is she okay?”

“As far as I can see, the bullet scarcely scratched her.”

“Willow was shot!” my voice rose again.

“Fanatic, I’m fine, calm down,” Willow chided.

“You were shot!”

“Fanatic, I was grazed. It’s barely a scratch,” Willow said, showing me her arm. She rolled her eyes, and I ground my teeth together.

“How did you end up in a shootout while simply fetching some files? Especially as you’re not starting back till next week!”

Jimenez snorted and moved away, leaving us to our privacy.

The paramedic kept on checking Willow out and blatantly ignored me.

“Fanatic, I came across the scene. I couldn’t drive on and ignore it.”

“What about Danny!” I hissed, and Willow paled. Shit. I’d gone too far.

“Should I quit my job? Stay in the house all day? Maybe sit and darn your socks or something. Asshole, you got blown up at the clubhouse, which was meant to be safe! Rapid City became a war zone! Stuff happens. Either we wallow in it or move on. Ain’t that what you told me?”

“Sorry. It’s just…” I broke off. But Willow wasn’t letting me off that easily.

“Just what?”

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