Page 4 of Kings & Carnage

Her meaning was clear and I had a flash of memory: Willa naked and gleaming next to the fire in the house on the island, leaning back against Rock, his cock buried in her ass, Oscar’s dick in her mouth, her sweet little pussy taking my dick.

Fuck. She was the only girl in the world who could get me hard after major surgery.

“It’s this one,” I said, slowing my steps outside Rock’s room. I held her back “He’s… He doesn’t look good.”

She sucked in a breath and nodded, then opened the door.

Rock was as still as he’d been when I’d checked on him on my way to Willa’s room. All the color seemed to have drained from his body in the twenty-four hours we’d been at the hospital, and cords and IVs snaked from his arms and chest to the machines beeping quietly at his bedside.

One of his arms was in a cast and his face was a mess of cuts and bruises.

Drago was sitting in a chair next to the window. He got to his feet when he saw Willa and lurched toward her. I knew he’d been shot in the thigh, but the wound was covered by his hospital gown.

“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling Willa into his arms. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” she said against his chest. “Just a little beat up.”

He pulled back to look at her, studying her face like I’d done when I’d gotten to her, like she was a rare piece of art that had been carelessly handled.

Because she fucking was.

“Nothing broken?” he asked. “They didn’t shoot at you?”

“Oh, they shot at us,” she said. “But we shot back, and then the car went off the road and…” She squinted, like she was trying to see what had happened from a distance. “It’s fuzzy, but I think the car rolled a few times. Then I was in a helicopter. That’s all I remember until I got to the hospital and saw you being brought in.”

“They had to cut Rock out of the car,” Drago said. “He’s got some kind of head trauma.”

She turned her attention to Rock. “How bad is it? What do the doctors say?

"The doctor came in while Neo was looking for you," Drago said. “She doesn’t know much yet, but he definitely has a concussion and maybe some other kind of head trauma.”

Willa walked to Rock's bedside and took his big hand in her two small ones. “Can't they do… I don't know, an MRI or something?"

“Apparently an MRI will tell them more if Rock’s conscious. They're going to do a CT scan," Drago said. “The doctor said his reflexes are working though and there's no sign of paralysis.”

Willa stared at us with wide eyes. “Paralysis?"

"Relax, Jezebel," I said. "There's no sign of paralysis remember?”

It was a relief to fall back on our old dynamic. Patronizing Willa was a lot easier than thinking about the fact that I almost lost her.

If she took offense at the old nickname, she didn't show it.

"This is all my fault,” she said.

"The fuck it is," Drago said, sitting next to her at the edge of Rock’s hospital bed.

She shook her head. "No, you don't understand. This isreallymy fault. I told my mom about the lighthouse when I called her for Christmas."

"What lighthouse?" I asked.

"The red one," Willa said. "Across the water from the island."

Drago tucked a piece of gold hair behind Willa's dear. "Still not your fault, tiger.”

A shot of jealousy rocketed through my aching body. I envied how easy Drago was with her. For me, being with Willa felt like walking through a field of land mines.

Don’t be an asshole.

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