“I’ll meet you there,” he declares after I finish, and then he abruptly ends the conversation.
Cora reaches over and places her hand on my thigh. “They’ll be okay,” she whispers reassuringly.
“We’ll see. Hopefully they’ll be able to tell us more.” At least, I hope they will be. This isn’t something I want to be dealing with right now. Chains is right about drama. We’ve all had our own fair share of it lately. I would just like to have a reprieve from the shit before anything else happens.
Maybe I should think about taking Cora and going on a vacation. The Bahamas sound nice, or I could take her to Hawaii. I wouldn’t mind seeing her in a bikini on the beach.
Steering the car into the parking lot, I find a spot and park. Turning off the ignition, I open the door and climb out. I meet Cora before she can round the front of the vehicle. Taking her hand, she intertwines her smaller fingers with my larger ones.
In the waiting room, I walk right over to the sign-in station and ask them to let Dr. Angelina Corbin know I’m in the waiting room. I’m not even going to bother asking them to tell me about the girls.
A few minutes go by, and I’m on edge, wanting to know what happened. I get that I can’t keep the girls safe twenty-four-seven. They were off when the attack happened, but still, it doesn’t sit right with me.
Why were they targeted?
By the time Pitch Black’s ol’ lady comes through the doors from the back, Félix and Madelaine have joined us.
“All four women are lucky to still be alive,” she states, putting her hands in the pockets of her scrubs.
“Are they okay?” I ask, seeing the weary look she’s giving us.
Angelina sighs and nods her head over to the corner. “When I say they’re lucky to be alive, I mean it. They might notwantto be alive, though. One of them suffered multiple stab wounds to her entire body, another is missing several fingers, the last two . . . are missing their tongues.”
Shit. Bile threatens to come up, and I can see it in the woman’s eyes—she’s not finished.
“After the girls’ stomachs were cleaned enough, you could see that whoever harmed them, carved something into their flesh.” Angelina glances around her before whispering, ‘Uprising’.
Whoever this group is, they’re trying to start a war.
But who exactly are they trying to go up against?
Fucking hell. “They have pasts with drug abuse. I want it known to them that I will pay for their rehabilitation fees, both from the abuse they endured tonight, and for the drugs as well.”
Angelina nods. “That’s very kind of you. I’ll make sure they all know it when they’re lucid enough to process the events. Right now, they’re being sedated to keep them calm.”