Page 74 of Fanatic

“Hellfire couldn’t ask for a finer old lady. They better treat you right, or Rage will ride,” Drake threatened, and I choked on my laugh.

“Isn’t that the threat Chance gave you when you started dating Phoe?” I asked.

“Yeah, and you’ve got no idea how great it will be to say it back to that smug fucker.” Drake grinned, and then it faded.

Minutes ticked past as we stood in silence, praying for a positive outcome.

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Another forty minutes passed before Fanatic was wheeled back in. He was awake but had massive bags under his eyes and was pale.

“What is it?” Drake demanded.

“Seems fuck boy here hasn’t been taking his anti-rejection drugs,” Chance snarled, glowering at Fanatic.

“Willow, tell him. Chance doesn’t believe me,” Fanatic said weakly.

“You’re wrong. He takes them at the same time daily. I’ve been watching him,” I interjected.

“Willow, don’t cover for him,” Chance snapped.

“I’m not,” I insisted. My mind began making connections, and I stiffened. “Get somebody to my house and collect them.”

Chance and Drake exchanged glances, and Drake yanked his phone out. “Harley. Go to Fanatic’s and pick up his anti-rejection drugs. Someone will meet you there with the keys. Don’t let anyone else touch them, son. And put them in a bag and use gloves.”

“What the fuck,” Harley burst out.

“Do as you’re told.” Drake cut the call and looked at Chance.

“What are you two thinking?” Phoe demanded. I’d already guessed what they were considering.

“Somebody has swapped out Fanatic’s anti-rejection drugs for a placebo,” I replied when they didn’t speak.

“What?” Phoe gasped.

“I watch Fanatic take them. Yet the hospital says he’s not been using them. Somebody tried to hurt Fanatic,” I explained.

“Who would do that?” Phoe demanded.

“Someone who set Fanatic up for rape?” Chance muttered.

“Your stalker is fucking with Fanatic?” Phoe’s eyes narrowed with anger in them.

“Don’t know. But Fanatic is fanatical about taking those meds. He’d not forget them, and I’d remind him, anyway. Either the hospital tested wrong, or someone messed with the medication,” I said.

“I am awake, guys,” Fanatic interjected, and we looked at him. “Get the docs to test them because I picked up a new prescription ten days ago. The pharmacy might have made a mistake.”

Somehow, I doubted it, and so did everyone else in the room—Fanatic included. He closed his eyes as his loved ones surrounded him, and I tried to puzzle out who could have swapped them.

Unfortunately, it could have been anyone. But I vowed revenge for this. I’d lost Grey, and how dare a perp threaten my second chance at happiness? Somebody would pay for causing Fanatic harm.

And I’d make it hurt. Nobody would steal Fanatic from me like Grey had been stolen. Not happening.

Chapter Fifteen.

Willow

Doc Paul entered, surprising me, but then I remembered he had permission to work here when it concerned Hellfire. Especially as he was also Fanatic’s doctor.

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