Page 13 of Snatched Princess

Slash can't be the one to end Break's life, that negates destiny. Screw that. Snatch’s back wheel spins as dust kicks up to ride in front of the sheriff’s vehicle. I peer inside making eye contact with the deputy and the palpitations in my heart ease. He’s gonna take him to hospital. I can stop worrying. He helped my father the last time.

It’s a flesh wound, it’s a flesh wound. I shouldn’t care as much as I do, but I can’t help it. The guilt is eating away at me. He wasn’t meant to get shot. I can’t let it go this way.

“You good out back?” Snatch calls out.

“Take me to the fucking hospital! Take me to Serenity hospital now.”

“Are you hurt?” Snatch yells back to me over the rattling of his hog.

“Take me now! Let’s go,” I scream again. I don’t have time to explain. All I want him to do is get me to the emergency section of the hospital. They gotta be taking him there.

“Hold up, let me pull over and check you. Come on. It won’t take a minute.” I roll my eyes. Now Snatch wants to be all caring and sweet. I have to employ a little more bass in my voice like his.

“No motherfucker, just ride to the goddamned hospital!” I command pointing ahead on the road.

Chapter Seven

Lara

I’m biting my lip and pacing. I’m right, they brought him through to emergency. I can’t stand these white fucking walls and how bad it smells. Hospitals freak me out, but I’m loyal to a fault and have to see if my father’s alright. I shove my hands in my back pockets as the reception nurses stare at me as if I’m mad. This shit always happens. I’m covered in tatts and I’m not exactly the girly girl but fuck these bitches I came to see my father.

“Ah excuse me. Can you tell me if Breaks Lennox is here?” I ask, biting down on my lip so hard I think it’s going to bleed.

“Are you kin?” The horrid woman asks with her glasses down her nose.

“Yeah, why else would I be here?” I snap, taking my hands out of my pockets. I want to break this bitch’s nose, but I gotta see my Pops. I set up the drop, but the last thing on my mind were a Dark Angel popping him.

“Hmpf. ID please?” She put her hand up as I stared open mouthed. I didn’t have any fucking ID.

If this hoe doesn’t let me see my father, I’m going to fuck her up.The other nurse grabs her by the arm. “It’s fine, she’ll be fine. Let her up there.” I smile at her, at least she has some common fucking sense, but I give the other one a nice death stare to taste.

“He’s in room thirty-six on the second floor.” As soon as she gives me the deets I bounce to the second floor.

“Man, this is the worst idea ever. You can’t see him when he gets out? You know the cops are going to swarm the fucking joint right? You think they’re not gonna be up in here?” Snatch is in my ear squawking as we catch the elevator. My leg is jiggling and I’m freaking out. I smack my hand against the back of the elevator in agitation.

“Shut up Snatch, I gotta do this!” I snap on him. “Wait outside for me. Can you do that?” I ask, not requiring the extra dose of bullshit from him right now. “I’m putting my ass on the line here, I’m stuck in between, can’t you see that?”

“Yeah,” he scratches his head, but I can tell he’s tolerating the situation because he has to. “I get it.” My nerves feel as if they’re tethered to an electric current, it’s worse than coming down. Snatch stops the elevator as I stare at him in shock.

“Tha fuck?” His hands cup around the bottom of my face as his delicious lips close over mine. Time carries us away for a few seconds as he sucks on my bottom lip. His hot tongue circles around mine and I almost cream my pants on the spot. How does he do it? He pulls back as I draw in breath, starting the elevator back up again. It jolts and I blink hard feeling calmer.

“Better?” he grins.

“Yeah, don’t do that shit again,” I grumble. He smiles staring up at the metallic box ceiling before we step out on the floor.

“You love it. Be quick, we gotta get the road on the show.”

“Alright.” He’s rocked me with the kiss, but he did the right thing. I blow out a hard breath as we step right in front of the room as we get out of the elevator.

I walk into the room and can see my father flicking through the tv channels. He’s covered up with white sheets looking pissed.

Snatch stands outside the room and my father has nobody else in the room with him.

“You got the place to yourself I see,” I state nervously fumbling hands one over the other.

“Yeah. Fucking better not put anybody else in here with me,” he murmurs, not making eye contact for a minute.

Does the man not care that I saved his fucking life?

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