Page 107 of Broken Daddy
A pained look filled Mac’s face. “This isn’t your bedroom, Devi.”
Slowly, she turned her head. It thumped as though protesting even that small movement.
“What’s wrong with me? Why does my head hurt so much? Why are you in . . . my . . . not my . . . bedroom?”
This wasn’t her bedroom. Nope.
This was a hospital room.
Suddenly, it all rushed back. Her breathing grew faster, panic flooding her. Images shot through her head.
“Devi! Hey, Devi, it’s all right, darlin’. I’m here. Fuck.”
Mac’s words barely penetrated the panic.
Satan’s Sons. Fury. Her father. Vega.
Then . . . then Zander. Honey. Hayes.
“Hayes. Hayes. Hayes.”
“I’ll get him for you, darlin’. Just hold on, I’m gonna get him.”
She didn’t even realize she’d been saying that out loud until Mac replied.
“What the fuck happened?” Hayes demanded, rushing into the room. “Why is she breathing like that?”
An alarm went off.
“Fuck, her heartbeat is racing,” Hayes snapped.
There were a lot of voices and then someone else was looming over her. She couldn’t see them properly through her fear-fueled panic.
Threat. Threat. Threat.
Devi needed to defend herself. She couldn’t be hurt again.
She couldn’t let them hurt her.
But as she attempted to move her arms, pain rippled through her and she screamed.
“Let me near her. Get out of the way. I can get her to calm down. You’re fucking scaring her.”
That was Hayes. She could hear his voice. Where was he?
“Listen to him. He just wants what’s best for her.” She didn’t know who was talking.
“He’s her fiancé. He can help her. She was calling for him.”
That was Mac. He sounded so distraught. She needed to do something to help him.
But what?
Sobs filled the room. They sounded terrible. As though that person was in a lot of pain.
Poor girl.
“Devi, hey baby, you’re all right. I’m here. I’m here.” Hayes appeared in front of her.
