Page 286 of Vicious Saint
Keep Hendrix safe.
And then he goes and leaves her to fend for herself against one of Ivanov’s hired goons.
I don’t give a shit about how well they orchestrated the distraction, or that he was purposely dragged into the crowd, Hendrix being left vulnerable never should’ve fucking happened.
Some people may say I’m projecting my own guilt for bringing Hendrix to the club in the first place, but fuck those people. I’mnot going to hold her hostage. Not because I feel bad, but doing so would raise too many suspicions.
Well, after tonight, suspicions can go fuck themselves too.
Because if the Italian’s proven anything, it’s that I can’t trust anyone else to keep her safe. Therefore, my little Jimi Hendrix won’t be leaving my side moving forward. Not even to shower.
Hence my shorts and tee she has rolled up from getting bandaged.
Hendrix can bitch about it. Cry about it. Be spiteful about it.
Not a damn chance will she be put at risk again.
“Couldn’tDr. Dando this at the hospital?” She winces as he threads another stitch. “Or at least come up with a less obvious fake name?”
This fucking girl and her intuitions stay proving my point.
“It’s safer this way, Jimi.”
At least until my father’s done watching footage of the club and streets around it.
Yeah, Thornvale Medical, like everywhere else intertwined with the Royal families, is under a twenty-four hour watch and heavily guarded. Including Riverside, even if the students and families aren’t made aware of it.
But after the bold move from the Ivanovs?
We can’t be too careful.
Hendrix rolls her eyes. “Pretty sure our bed is the last place that’s sterile.”
I ignore thesecondsexual comment she’s made tonight and save the spanking for when she didn’t just use the term “our” in reference to her bed. Or more importantly…watch me help Carlo put two bullets in a man’s skull.
“Stop being a brat and let the man work.”
Hendrix groans but makes no sounds other than cursing and wincing until the doctor’s finished.
“With oral antibiotics twice a day, ointment on her cuts once a day, Miss Lavell will be good as new in no time,” the doc announces with confidence as he exits the room. That is, until Hendrix screams, “It’s Montgomery, you flippin’ dick!”
He blinks.
“Sorry, Frank. You’ll have to excuse…Miss Lavell.She’s got a stick permanently stuck up her ass.”
A boot hits the wall behind me, making poor Frank wide eyed as I slam the door.
“And here I am thinking you save all that sass of yours for me.” I chuckle, laying next to Hendrix on the bed.
She scoots closer, resting her head on my bare chest, the bravado with the doctor gone as she says, “Eh…there’s more than enough to go ’round.”
“You doin’ okay?”
“Not really, if I’m being honest.”
“Wanna talk about what happened?”
Hendrix pauses, contemplating something as she picks at the bandage around her forearm. “I mean…there is something kinda nagging at me.”
