Page 71 of Rebel Revenge

“That doctor…”

His eyebrows furrowed, and then he glanced at the closed door. “What about him?”

“Lion tattoo…” It was all I could get out before panic took over my system again.

But it was all I needed to say.

Understanding lit up Fang’s blue eyes.

In a second, he was on his feet, storming to the door the doctor had disappeared through. His fist slammed against it. “Open this!”

My mouth dropped open.

The entire waiting room full of people swiveled to stare at him, me included.

He clearly didn’t care. He rammed his fist against the door again. “Open this fucking door, or I swear I’m going to kick it down.”

“Sir,” the nurse behind the safety glass, which was clearly there for this exact reason, tried to calm him. “Please. We know the waits are long at the moment, but we’ll be with you as soon as possible. Your hand is not considered an emergency, and there’s other cases that take priority over yours.”

It was the complete wrong thing to say to him, though I couldn’t blame the nurse for trying.

“I don’t fucking care about my hand! Do you know one of your doctors is a rapist?”

The woman shook her head in disbelief. “Sir, if you don’t sit back down, I’ll have to call security.”

“Fuck security! Call the fucking cops to arrest him!”

The woman behind me tutted a little too loudly to her husband. “Drugs. They make you paranoid. Hopefully the police get here quickly.”

Dread pooled in the bottom of my stomach. I didn’t know exactly what Fang was involved in with his club. But I doubted much of it was legal. There was a high likelihood he had outstanding warrants. Even if he didn’t, if the police arrested him here, I wouldn’t put it past them to try to pin something else on him. They’d already proved themselves completely incompetent by suspecting me of murdering my mother. They’d take one look at the Slayers emblem on the back of his jacket and he’d be locked up.

I needed to get him out of here. I ran to his side, pulling down the arm he was using to bash on the door. “Stop. We need to go before they call the cops.”

He gazed down at me, eyes wild. “Let them. I’m going to fucking kill him.” Without waiting for me, he gave up on the emergency room security door, which had proved its worth by keeping him out, and stormed to a hallway that led who knew where in the hospital.

I had to run to keep up with him. “Fang. Stop.”

He shook his head, slamming his way through the halls while nurses and orderlies jumped out of his way. “There’s gotta be a back way into emergency through here.”

I trailed after him, helpless to stop him, noticing every nurse who picked up a phone to call security.

His gaze flickered over every sign, searching for a way to get to my attacker.

An alarm sounded overhead, blaring and sharp. “Code eleven. Code eleven.”

I didn’t need to work there to know that a code eleven had to be the signal for giant biker on a rampage.

“Fang!” I jumped in front of him, arms out, so he’d have nowhere to go but stop or mow me right down. He was so lost to his bloodlust; I wasn’t even sure he’d stop.

He did.

Right as a storm of boots sounded from down the hall.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re here, Officer Johnson. He’s down that way. Big guy. Long, dirty-blond hair in a ponytail and a leather jacket. He’s got a young woman with him.”

I widened my eyes at Fang, and finally, some sense seemed to reach his hopped-up-on-adrenaline brain. “Fuck,” he muttered.

“Yeah, you don’t say,” I hissed at him. I glanced around, searching for somewhere to go. The hall split in three directions, one pointing to X-ray, the second to oncology, the third to maternity.

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