Page 81 of Deranged (American Street Kings 3)

“I don’t know. I don’t know what the fuck…Jesus,” I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t think.

“Manic,” Granite called, “get the van, and call Doc. Tell him you’re on your way.”

“Jesus, what…oh, God.” Tears stung my eyes, panic running rampant through my body. “Wraith, wake up. Dear God. Granite, he hurt her.” I fell to my knees, clutching her against my chest. “The fucker hurt her.”

“Who? Who hurt her?” Granite crouched and took her wrist, feeling her pulse. “She’s still alive, Onyx. Who hurt her?”

“Slither. Ink and I…we…fuck!”

“What happened? Talk, Onyx.”

My hands shook as I brushed the hair from her face, wanting nothing more than for her to open her eyes. “Slither…he hurt her. Ink and I stormed into the room…and…and,” I looked up, Granite staring at me with worry, “I think he raped her.”

“Jesus.” Granite paled. “Where is he? Where’s Ink?”

I shook my head almost manically. “I don’t know. I don’t know where they are.”

“We’ll search the building.” I heard Crow’s voice. “We’ll find them.”

“Okay, come on.” Granite helped me up, and I only clutched Wraith tighter against me, my entire body shaking. “Get her to Doc now. We’ll finish this.”

“Granite—”

“I know, brother. We’ll find him. But you need to take care of her first. Make sure she’s okay. Remember,” he pinned his stare on mine, “she comes first. Fuck everything else.”

I nodded and carried her out of there, leaving the war behind, not caring who died or who lived. Just as long as she did. Just as long as she was okay. Nothing else mattered but her.

Just her…

Just. Her.

22

Onyx

“She’s going to be okay.”Granite pulled up a chair and sat down beside me. “Doc says it’s just trauma.”

“She needs to wake up.” I refused to take my eyes off her, leaning as close to her as possible.

“She will. Doc gave her something so she can sleep, to allow her body to shake most of the shock. We don’t know what happened between her and Slither—”

I snapped my glare to him. “Are you kidding? Do you not see the bruises on her face? Did you not see what she looked like when I carried her out of the hellhole?”

“Relax, man,” he held up his hand, “chill. At least we know he didn’t rape her.”

I took a breath, my head hanging down. It was just too disgusting and vile to even try to comprehend that her own brother would want to rape her. “What kind of sick fuck would want to rape his own sister?”

Granite shook his head. “I dunno, man. Just when I think Slither reached an all-time low.”

I closed my eyes, trying to find a motherfucking silver lining before I lost my mind. At least we got there in time, and Slither was unable to desecrate her in the most horrific ways possible. God, I couldn’t even think about it.

Rubbing my palms across my beard, I glanced at him. “Ink back yet?”

“Yeah.”

“Did they find him?”

Granite shook his head, his expression grim and despondent.

---