Beneath This Ink (Beneath #2)(44)

“He shot at you.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah.” Her beautiful blue eyes glistened, and a tear spilled onto her cheek.

Screw the distance. I reached out and wrapped both arms around her, hauling her against me. “Scared the f*ck out of me, baby.”

Her tears fell harder and faster, until a patch of my T-shirt was soaked through. When she didn’t cling to me, only stood there crying, I whispered, “Hold on to me, princess. I need to know you’re with me.”

A moment passed before her arms snaked around my waist, squeezing me. This time, it was her body that shook with the force of the sobs.

“It’s okay, baby. You’re okay.”

Against my T-shirt, her words were garbled.

“Slow down, honey. Just slow down.” I rubbed a hand up and down her back, trying to soothe her more successfully than I had Ms. Vincent. Finally, her words came out more clearly.

“He shot him. He shot Trey. Trey…he…he was trying to help me. And that guy shot him.” Any other words she might have spoken were lost to the sobs once more.

Jesus Christ. I should’ve gotten the details.

“My fault. It’s my fault.”

Fuck.

“It ain’t your fault, princess. You didn’t pull the trigger. So no way in hell is this your fault.”

Her lungs heaved, and for the first time, I didn’t particularly care that her breasts were crushed against my chest. Not beyond the fact that both of our hearts, which were breaking, were pressed together.

“It’s my fault.”

I pulled back, looking down into her red-rimmed eyes. “It’s not your fault.”

“I shouldn’t have been there.”

“And neither should he.”

“But—”

“No.” I cupped her cheeks in both hands, tilted her face up to mine. “There’s nothing you can do or say now that’s going to change what happened. All you can do is what you were doing with Trey’s mama—pray.”



We spent hours in that yellow room. The nurse brought Ms. Vincent back after calming her down, and I sat in the middle of a sofa, one arm wrapped around Vanessa and the other wrapped around Ms. Vincent.

Hennessey had stopped back, surveyed the scene, and left. He’d be showing up on my doorstep soon enough to get the scoop—of that I was certain.

When he’d returned to the waiting room, Vanessa had tried to scoot away from me, but I’d pulled her closer to my side. I’d probably catch hell for that later, but for right now, I wasn’t letting her out of reach.

A solid knock preceded the door swinging open again, and a man in green scrubs stepped inside. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was the surgeon.

Ms. Vincent was on her feet before he opened his mouth to say, “I’m Dr. Byron.”

She clutched the beads of her rosary until I was certain she’d snap the thing. “How…how is my boy? Is he…please, doctor…”

“He’s still critical. I repaired the artery, but he lost a lot of blood. We’re going to be monitoring him closely over the next several hours.”

His words were guarded, and as much as I tried to find hope and optimism in them, I couldn’t.

“Can I see him?” Ms. Vincent asked.

“Just for a little bit, ma’am. He’s in the ICU.” The doctor looked at us. “Only immediate family, though.”

Holding Vanessa against my side, I met Ms. Vincent’s eyes. “You go. We’ll wait here.”

She looked from me to Vanessa. “You take that girl home and stay with her. She’s been through hell tonight. I’ve got Jesus to keep me company.”

Vanessa protested. “I’m fine—”

Ms. Vincent stepped closer, and laid a hand on Vanessa’s arm. “I see the guilt you’re carrying. Don’t. No matter what happens, my boy is a hero tonight.”

Vanessa stiffened. I squeezed her against me again and answered for her. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be back first thing.” I glanced up at the doctor and back to Ms. Vincent. “Anything changes, you call me. I don’t care what time.”

Ms. Vincent smiled weakly. “You’re a good man, Constantine. Now get outta here. I need to see my boy.”

Single file, we left the room, Dr. Byron taking Ms. Vincent to one bay of elevators, and Vanessa and I heading toward the ones I came up in with Hennessy.

With both arms wrapped around herself, she seemed to be drawing in and shutting me out. I didn’t like it. I didn’t question why that was. We stepped into the elevator, the silver doors shutting quietly before she spoke.

“I can call a cab. You don’t need to bother yourself with taking me home.”

I wasn’t about to let her push me away. I slammed a fist against the red ‘Stop’ button, and she jolted when the elevator stilled.

“What are you doing?”

“You really f*cking think I’m going to put your ass in a cab and send you home alone?”

Her hands chafed her arms, as though trying to warm herself.

I stepped closer, backing her into a corner. I wasn’t sure how long it would be before the stopped elevator attracted attention, so I knew I had to make my point fast.

“You ain’t leaving this building except with me. You ain’t leaving the parking lot except with me. You ain’t spending the night with anyone but me. You seeing the pattern here, princess?”