Page 9 of Brutal Boxer

She’s not your responsibility anymore. Let the others deal with her.

Storm shrugged, inhaling a deep breath. “Not sure.”

“Not sure? Internal bleeding will kill her.”

“Not that kind of bleeding, man.”

“Then what kind is it?” I yelled, frustrated with him for not spitting it the fuck out.

“Patch thinks she’s having a miscarriage.”

“Fuck!” Not what I wanted to hear. I preferred she had internal injuries. Not that she was fucking pregnant with another man’s baby.

Inhaling a breath, I fought to not lose all control. I braced myself for what would come next. Sure as fuck Storm had more to tell me.

“What little Patch got, she’s terrified he’ll find her and kill her. It’s all she keeps mumbling.”

“Who the fuck is he? I’ll take care of him myself.” My blood pumped through my veins like an oil rig, whooshing in my ears. Coming to Aspen’s defense was automatic. Goddamn, I was a fucking glutton for punishment. Her safety wasn’t my responsibility. She wasn’t my problem.

“Not that simple, brother.”

“Bullshit!” I got to my feet and paced. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Didn’t Jill ever tell you the name of Aspen’s boyfriend?”

I stopped, glaring at him. “No. Why the fuck would I want to know the name of the man who had my woman?Mywoman who I was supposed to marry and spend forever with!” I put my hands on my hips, grunting like a wild animal. I needed to calm the fuck down.

“Well, when I questioned Jill, she said it’s Casso Campbell.”

I stilled, recognizing the name and shot him a don’t-bullshit-me glare. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Wish I were. She’s the woman handcuffed to the bed Ciro told Hero about last month.”

“Jesus Christ, this shit is going to be right at our door.”

“That’s all I know. She’s been in and out of consciousness. Patch kicked me out of the room so she could rest.”

“Fucking hell.”

Storm sighed, standing up. “Yeah, man. I’ll check on her in a little while.”

I gripped the back of my neck and paced. “I’m sorry about this.”

“Don’t be. You didn’t bring her here.” He tossed his empty bottle into the recycle bin.

“In a way, I did.”

“Doesn’t matter. If you saw her condition, you’d feel differently.”

“I don’t want to see her,” I bit back, my stomach twisting into a painful knot. The very thought made me sick. She’d been my whole world. It didn’t matter that I was a couple years older. I’d loved her since I was sixteen. We were so damn good together—best friends and lovers. Engaged to be married, for Christ’s sake. I was eighteen, she was sixteen. Yeah, we were young, but I loved her more than life itself.

“Gonna be hard to avoid her if she’s staying here, don’t you think?”

I glared at Prez. “No, anything I need to know, you can tell me.”

Storm went to the door, jerking his head as he opened it. “Come on. The party is in full swing.”

I exhaled a ragged breath. “At least she won’t be in the bar.”

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