Page 103 of The Monsters Within
“You promised me she’d be safe,” Massacre growled as Val stepped closer.
“She was,” Val gasped.
“Massacre, she’s hurt. She needs help.” Bane tried to look her over, but Massacre twisted away.
“Fuck off, Bane,” he sneered. “What the fuck are you doing here, anyway?”
Val grabbed Bane’s arm. “We can discuss that later, Massacre. Right now, Amber needs medical attention. King, can I use your club infirmary or do I need to take her to the hospital?”
“Patch has everything you should need. If he doesn’t, we’ll get it for you.”
Bane tried again to take her from Massacre’s arms. “I’ll carry her.”
“Take her from me and I’ll kill you.”
Val moved fast, stepping between the two men. “August, let him carry her. I need your help. Kytten, go help Patch get the room ready.”
Val’s order was like a bucket of cold water waking me from a trance. I looked for Cash. When my eyes landed on his, he nodded. “Sure thing, Val.”
“Massacre, please follow me,” Val sternly said, grabbing Bane’s arm and yanking him toward the clubhouse.
“Mass,” Sypher whispered close. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Massacre glared at him and said, “I’m taking over.”
Massacre followed me down the long corridor to two sets of stairs—one that led up and one that led down. I rushed ahead, opening the door that led to the medical wing.
King had known what he was doing when he built this place. The basement floor held a series of doors leading to different underground wings. I led the beast of a man to the medical wing.
God was it only yesterday we were down here bringing new life into the world? Now we were here to save one.
Massacre gently laid Amber on the bed. She was dirty and beaten. I tried to push Massacre out of the way, but the giant man wouldn’t budge.
“Mass, I can’t do my job if you don’t give me room.”
“I can’t leave her, Kytten. What the hell are you even doing here?”
With a heavy sigh, I answered, “Long story. Just trust us to take care of Amber. Go back upstairs and tell King what you know.”
“Fuck King,” the overbearing man growled.
“Massacre, please,” Val begged. “Let us work. We haven’t been able to get any information on what happened. Anything you can tell Sypher and Nav will help us find out who did this.”
Finally, Massacre allowed Val to push him from the room, just before Cash stuck his head in the door. “Rose?”
I turned to him and smiled. “I’m good; I promise. If I need you, I’ll come get you. Or send someone else.”
He stepped into the room and pulled me into his arms. “You’re sure?”
“I love you! I’m sure. Go. Find out what you can; we’ll take care of Amber.” I leaned up and pulled his head down to kiss him then pushed him out the door.
I returned to Amber and helped Val remove her clothes. Gently we pulled away the matted clothing so we could assess her injuries. Bane stood by the door until we had Amber cleaned up.
He was seething. I’d heard about Bane’s temper. Usually, it was directed toward Montana. I knew he wanted to push usboth out of the way, but this was his daughter. She deserved her dignity.
I took her vitals. She was unconscious but her breathing was good, though a little raspy. Her blood pressure was on the high side but that was to be expected with the trauma she suffered.
Patch had a portable ultrasound machine that Val had pulled over to check for internal injuries. The fact that her ribs were intact was a miracle. It appeared that most of the damage had been done to her face and legs. She was covered in bruises.
