Page 28 of Dare You to Catch Me
When I pull into the estate, the security is on max tonight. My father waiting for my arrival knowing of our problem, I park the car before getting out and walking to get Emma out of the car. She's still out cold, her body limp in my arms as I start walking up the stairs, seeing Abigail, the words seeth from my lips. “Get the doctor.”
“Yes Sir.” She spins on her heel, and practically runs away from me, with good reason. I know I am not a man anyone wants to be around right now and it is spread all over my face.
“What the fuck happened?” My father growls.
“We were ambushed is what fucking happened, the fucking cars exploded.”
My father looks down at Emma limp in my arms, his hand reaches up and brushes her hair balled up by her neck, noticing the black and purple hand prints. “Who fucking did this to her?”
“Who do you think? She said Charles tried to kill her and that he knows.”
“Know what?”
“I don't know. She fucking passed out. Now move, let me get her to my room so the doctor can see her.”
“I'm locking the estate down, no one in and no one out.”
I give my father a nod, before I walk to my room, knowing what it means when we lock down.
I lay her on my bed, and the doctor rushes over to her, causing me to step back and look at Abigail. “Stay with her, if she wakes before I get back, come get me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I look back over at Emma again, getting lost as I stare at her limp body, before I turn and walk away, unable to stomach the sight of her right now, with her bruised and bloodied body.
Wasting no time, I find my father in his office. As soon as I enter I go straight for the glass of whiskey sitting on my father's desk, waiting for me. Picking it up, I slam it back before I pour myself another, trying to calm my boiling blood.
“You know what this means right?”
My blackened eyes meet my father's.. “Yes Papa, and how do you think that's going to go?”
“Not good, but if Charles knows you two have already wed, you both have a bounty on your heads. And you.” My father shakes his head before the words hiss from his mouth with pure venom to them. “You need to end this with Luca. He wants his revenge, his revenge is now her. This isn't about marriage anymore, this is about our empire and his revenge for his son.” His words slice through my chest and stab me in the heart, knowing he is right. This isn't about her anymore, I have to finish what I started years ago. If Charles knows we are wed, then the deal he held with Luca has fallen through, knowing Luca's revenge will be to kill her, to take her from me, like I took Kaiser from Luca.
And I'm sure Charles jumped at the opportunity to take care of it himself, and intended to kill her tonight for Luca, but something stopped that from happening, but what?
“You know what you need to do. Don't fuck around or you will lose her.”
“I'm going to lose her anyway after this, Papa.”
“Maybe? Maybe Not?”
EMMA
My eyes flutter open, hearing hushed voices of women, realizing I'm in Ace's room. I sit up in the bed feeling slightly dizzy, my throat feeling dry, hurting to swallow, my entire body sore all over.
“Easy sweetheart.” The doctor sits beside me on the bed and I meet her gaze with a smile. Then I look up to Abigail. “I will go get Ace for you.”
“NO.” The word barks out of my mouth as she looks down at me stunned. Swallowing hard, as my hand comes to my sore throat, the doctor hands me a glass of water. Taking a sip, cooling down the fiery burn in my throat, before I am able to address Abigail. “I just need a minute, please.”
They both nod, understanding my need for a minute alone, they both smile before the doctor speaks.. “You will be fine sweetheart, nothing major. But you took a good beating. You need to rest, okay?”
“Yes, thank you.” I agree.
“I will check on you in the morning. Abigail, honey, a warm tea will help with her throat, can you get some for her please?”
“Oh I need something stronger than a tea, how about a glass ofthat whiskey?” I suggest pointing to Ace's bottle of whiskey as the doctor and Abigail let out laughs before the doctor approves. “Yes, I think that may help a little as well.” Abigail pours me a glass and hands it to me as the doctor heads for the door.
“I'll see you in the morning Emma, get some rest.” The doctor is out the door and I look back over to Abigail. “Would you mind if I shower before you get Ace? I would like a minute alone, please.”
