Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
I listened to the doctor explain what had happened and how the next few weeks would be for Travis, who was still heavily sedated.
I stared at the pieces of gauze. Fifteen. Fifteen places that a pellet had penetrated his beautiful chest. A beautiful chest that would forever be marred.
“What happened to Allegra?” I whispered.
“Shot in both shoulders, believe it or not. Not dead.”
I looked over to find Baylor standing there, his arms crossed over his chest, muscles bulging as he tried to hold in the urge to do something. Punch someone.
“Which room?”
“Don’t.”
I looked over to find Travis’ eyes open and staring at me with a glaze to them.
“Trav,” I whispered, taking a few quick steps forward.
Before I could touch him, however, there was a commotion at the door.
“Hannah Morton?”
I gritted my teeth.
I hated that I still had Joshua’s last name. I’d taken the step to change my name back to my maiden name, but then I’d met Travis. My hopes had heightened, and I thought it would be odd to change my name in case something more came of us.
So I’d left it alone.
Now I wished I’d changed it.
“Yeah?”
That’s when I saw the agent, as well as two uniformed officers, standing at the door.
One of them had cuffs in his hand.
“You’re under arrest for…”
There was a roaring in my ears, and I closed my eyes in defeat.
Rough hands went around my wrists, and I was turned to face the bed where Travis was looking at me with horror in his eyes.
He started to get up, putting his hands on the bed where the white handles were, and I shook my head at him frantically.
“Don’t move!” I ordered. He stopped at my forceful tone. “Don’t do it. Don’t move. Be good.”
Travis opened his mouth, but before he could say another word, I was taken away.
Arrested.
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
I’d lose my nursing license.
I’d lose my concealed carry.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
My girls, however, were alive. Was I really losing here?
Chapter 28
Shhh, my coffee cup and I are having a moment. Come back later.
-Coffee Cup
Michael
I stomped up the steps of the police station—a sorry excuse for one, if my opinion was asked.
It wasn’t, but still.
“Where is Hannah Morton?”
That was asked to the first officer I found, which happened to be a woman who looked like she was afraid of just about anything—loud sounds, small dogs, rabbits. Possibly gerbils.
“Ummm,” she hesitated. “She’s in the cell in back.”
I passed her.
“Sir, you can’t go back there.”
I ignored her.
I had to make sure that she was okay before I found whatever motherfucker that’d arrested her, and gave him a piece of my mind.
It didn’t take me long to find her.
Hostel, Texas wasn’t a very big place, so it was no surprise that there were only two cells in the entire place.
At least they put my sister in a cell all by herself. If they’d put her in there with that drunk motherfucker that I could smell from the goddamn doorway, I’d have been pissed.
“Hannah Banana?”
Hannah was leaning forward, her hands on her knees, her feet planted on the floor. Her head was hung, and I could tell without actually seeing or hearing the words leaving her lips that she was saying something over and over in her head.
Her head snapped up, and she was on her feet in an instant.
“Is Travis okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah, from what I hear.”
Her eyes closed, and tears started to slip down her cheeks.
“Han.”
She opened her eyes, and they were swimming with tears.
“Thank God,” she said. “Did you go check on the girls?”
I nodded. “That I did. Travis’ mother has them. As well as TJ.”
She looked away, and I saw her throat work as she swallowed.
“You did good.”
Her eyes came back to mine.
“I did?”
I nodded. “You sure the fuck did.”
She looked startled at the vehemence in my voice.
“You did what you were supposed to do. You did what the Second Amendment was designed for. You protected yourself and your girls. I don’t care if you broke the law doing it. I don’t care if you did it on purpose. I only care that, at the end of the day, you’re all right. Those girls are all right, and that you’re going to see tomorrow breathing.”
She blew out a breath.
“I got an update on Travis about twenty minutes ago,” Hannah informed me. “They told me that Allegra shot him in the chest in the middle of the truck bay at work. When I left him at the hospital, he was so out of it, but he tried to follow me.”
I nodded. “They did. When I got the call, they gave me the same info.”
Her brows rose.
“Who called you?”
My lip twitched. “Travis’ brother.” I paused. “And then Wolf.”
Hannah’s brows rose.
“Really?”
I nodded. “Really.”
She whistled. “Wolf heard how?”
I shrugged. “Don’t know. The law enforcement community is tight-knit. Whatever happened, it was inevitable that I’d hear about it since you’re my sister. Wolf probably has a few of his buddies watching out for you as well.”