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“I don’t care who you are, Tate.No one touches my woman, no matter what.You’ll fucking apologize forthat right now,” Lash said.
Tate glared at him, but Killer saw thereal tears in her eyes.She turned toward Angel.“I’m so sorry.Ididn’t mean to hurt you.Please, forgive me.I don’t know what thehell I’m doing.”
“I know, honey.”Angeltugged on Lash’s arm.“All’s forgiven.Let her go.”
Slowly, Lash pulled away.“You forgive tooeasily,” he said.The tension eased slightly.
“I’m sorry, Killer.I have noright to blame you.”Tate took a deep breath, closing her eyes.“What the hell happened?”she asked, running fingers through herhair.
“Sandy mentioned some shit abouther mood and how she’d want to put Kels under suicide watch.Itried to call her, but she wouldn’t answer.She slit her wrists.”Killer shook his head recalling the sight of her in red tintedwater.He knew he’d never get that image from his mind.Fuck, heneeded a drink or something to take his mind of what he justwitnessed.
Instead, he walked over to thenurses’station where he needed to fill in the necessary paperwork.Lookingdown at the list of questions and details, Killer suddenly realizedhe didn’t know a fucking thing about her.He never asked her anyreal questions about her life, but he hadn’t told her anythingabout himself either.
He took the forms to the waitingroom where several people weresitting.
“I can’t do this,” Tate said.“She’s always seemed so strong and calm.I never for one secondthought she was capable of killing herself.None of it makes anysense to me.Kelsey is not like this.”
Killer couldn’t say anything.“We needto get in touch with her husband,” he said.
“What?”Tate turned to glare athim.“Why would you get him involved?Kels wouldn’t like it.Shehates him.”
Pressing the forms against her chest,Killer glared at her.
“Can you answer all thesequestions?”he asked.“I’ve not got a clue, and I bet that fuckerknows more about her than we do.”
Murphy, Angel, and Lash sat oppositethem staring.Killer felt stripped to the core at knowing his womanwas suffering.Fuck, what if she doesn’t make it.He didn’t knowhow he’d live with himself.
“No one knows how to get intouch with him,” Tate said.
Someone charged through the front door,and Killer recognized him immediately.“Speak of the fuckingdevil.”Getting to his feet he walked over to Kelsey’s husband, whowas shouting at the nurses.
“I want to know where my fuckingwife is, and I want to know now,” Michael said, slamming his palmagainst the counter.He looked angry and frustrated as hespoke.
“Sir, you’re going to haveto take a seat.”
“No, I fuckingwon’t—”
“Kelsey is in surgery witha damn good doctor,” Killer said, speaking up over the commotiongoing on around them.
“What?”Michael turned to him.“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Tate stormed over.“He’s the one whofound her.”
Michael looked from him to Tate.“Thenwhy don’t you tell me what the hell is going on.”
“Why are you here?”Killer asked.He needed to stop thinking about Kelsey, pale and lying in the bathsurrounded by red tinted water.He’d never stop thinking about herlike that.What could have been so horrid to make her killherself?
“I got a call from one ofmy men guarding her apartment building.He told me what happenedand how you carried her out of there.I left my hotel room to gethere as quickly as I could.”Michael glared at him.
“She doesn’t want youhere.”
The rest of the hospital fell away asKiller glared at the man opposite him.
“No?Well I’m the one whopays her fees and make sure she’s well taken care of.”Michaelsnatched the papers from Killer’s hands.“These are all hers Iassume?”
Gritting his teeth, Killer nodded, wishinghe could wipe the smug smile off the bastard’s face.He saw thering on Michael’s finger, taunting him with the prior claim he hadover his woman.
Walking away from the man, Killerstood near the secure door wanting to meet Sandy the moment shecame out of the room.
