Page 68 of Vengeful Union

I glance up at my brother and sister. They heard. Both of their eyes fill with concern and anger. It makes fucking sense now. He said all that shit in the car on the way over here to take us off the scent of him being the one working with Pat.

Yeah, when we find Cian, he's going to get the same treatment as Pat. Dante moves away and calls someone, no doubt making it known that we want Cian and not to let him leave.

"Finny." Her whisper is tortured and filled with pain.

"Talk to me, baby. Where are you hurting?" I ask, though I can see the gash on her head, not to mention her leg is twisted into a weird position. She's cradling her arm, and I'm not sure if that's because her arm is sore or if she's holding her ribs.

"Everywhere," she replies, her eyes drifting closed.

"No." My voice is hard. I can't fucking let her sleep. I'm going to lose my fucking shit. "You need to keep those gorgeous emerald eyes open, okay?"

She tries to nod, but winces once again. Her pain seems to be too much to bear. "It hurts to breathe," she tells me as she rests her head against my chest.

Panic grips me like a fucking vice. That’s not good. I’m no doctor, but I know it shouldn’t hurt when you breathe. "The ambulance will be here soon, baby. Just hold on, okay?"

"Love you," she tells me, and fuck, I'm going to sob like a baby if this shit continues.

I press a kiss against her head. "Love you, baby," I reply hoarsely.

Sirens sound in the distance.

"Thank fucking Christ," Denis grunts. "The sooner we get her to a hospital, the better. She's freezing."

The men guide the ambulance toward us, and I stand with Destiny in my arms. She's shivering, her entire body shaking against mine. Her lips are still fucking blue, her face too pale, and her cough sound as though it’s rattling in her chest. This isn't right. There's something seriously wrong with her.

“We're going to find Cian, Finn, and when we do, we're going to make sure he pays for what he's done,” Malcolm promises me.

“He won’t get away with it,” Denis grunts, his anger palpable.

“Neither will Pat,” Danny snarls, his hands balling into fists.

“Nobody,” I rumble, anger rising through my body as I look at the woman I love. She’s still awake, but barely able to keep those gorgeous eyes of hers open. “Nobody touches Patrick. He's mine.”

“Get your woman to the hospital,” Dante says, his hand around Makenna’s waist, keeping her close. “We’ll meet you there. Those fuckers can sit and fucking stew on what’s going to happen to them.”

I release a relieved breath, glad I’ll be able to unleash the anger and fear I felt when I watched her fall into the water, as I waited for her to surface, and as I begged her to live.

“We’ll all be getting a go at them. But yes, Finn, you get to end Patrick, and I will be the one to end Cian,” Makenna says, standing tall, her gaze firmly on Destiny. “Is she okay?”

“No.” My answer is swift and filled with anger. Not at her, but at myself for letting her fucking leave without me. “It hurts when she breathes. Not to mention all the other fucking injuries she’s got.”

The ambulance comes to a stop, and as soon as the doors open, I’m climbing in and gently placing Destiny onto the gurney. “Do something,” I tell the idiot who’s just staring at us.

“We’ll meet you at the hospital,” Denis tells me. “The women will be there too.”

I nod. “Make sure you have men we can absolutely trust watching those fuckers. Call Jacob, Alex, Boz, and Reilly.” I trust those men implicitly. I know they’ll make sure nothing happens while we’re waiting for the doctors to see Destiny.

Makenna gives me a sad smile as the EMT covers Destiny with a blanket and starts taking her vitals. “They’re already on their way. I texted Alex before we left Da’s house. He was leaving then. I’ll make sure they get your orders.”

Just as the doors close, I see the faces of my family. They’re looking at Destiny as though it’s going to be the last time they see her. Fuck that. My woman is strong; she’s going to get through this. I know that deep in my gut. There’s no other fucking way. I can’t be without her.

She has no other option but to survive. She has to be okay.

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“What did the doctors say?”Levi asks as he strolls into the waiting room, Conrad right on his heels. Both men look like they’re about to kill someone.

Destiny hasa lot of people who love her.

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