Redemption Road (Vicious Cycle #2)(14)

“You don’t know that. We don’t know unless we find her body.”

Chulo grunted in frustration. “Listen, man, you forget any idea about going back for her body because there ain’t nothing left. That place was wired so tight the feds won’t find a scrap of anything. You get me?”

Although a look of defeat flashed across Breakneck’s face, he didn’t respond. He once again resumed staring at the flames.

Glancing down at the girl in my arms, I said, “Chulo, we need a hospital for her.”

“And for you,” he replied.

“You were hit?” Bishop questioned.

“It’s nothing.”

“Yeah, well, that nothing looks like it’s bleeding pretty bad,” Nero observed.

“Whatever.” With the girl weighing heavy in my arms, I went to get her settled in the van. When I started to ease her down on the seat, I noticed the blood pooling down her thighs. “Jesus,” I muttered. Whirling around, I grabbed Breakneck’s arm. “Forget about me. She’s hemorrhaging or something.”

Breakneck threw a glance at Annabel before returning his stare to the inferno at the compound. “I . . . I can’t.”

Grabbing him by the shoulders, I shoved him into the side of the van. “Listen to me. I’m sorry we didn’t get to Sarah in time. I’m sorry that you lost her. But you can’t shut down. We’ve got a girl who needs your help.”

Breakneck shoved me away. “Fuck you!”

“Guys, we gotta move. Now,” Chulo said.

The second van cranked up its engine. I shook my head at Breakneck. “What about your f*cking Hippocratic oath, huh?”

Breakneck glared at me. “My little girl was just murdered, you bastard. I don’t give a shit about anyone else. You can f*cking bleed out for all I care.”

“You think this is what Sarah would want? You think she would be proud her old man was refusing to treat someone—a girl who had been through the same hell she had?”

Breakneck refused to look at me. Instead, he was staring at something on the girl’s hand. He brushed past me to go over to her. He took her hand in his and then brought it closer to his face. “This was Sarah’s.”

My brows rose in surprise. “Maybe this girl and Sarah were friends.”

Breakneck gently laid the girl’s hand on her chest. He exhaled an anguished breath. Glancing over his shoulder at Chulo, he said, “We need the closest hospital or clinic. With that bleeding, coupled with whatever internal injuries she’s sustained, she’s got maybe an hour. I need to get in and stop the bleeding.”

Chulo glanced from Breakneck to me. “Thirty miles up the road there’s a hospital. It ain’t much, and it sure as hell ain’t no trauma center.”

“I’ll make do,” Breakneck replied.

“One good thing is most of the staff can be bribed, and we’re going to need that for sure,” Chulo said.

“Fine. Let’s go,” I replied.

As we started the van, I surveyed Breakneck one last time. With muscles taut throughout his body, the heart-wrenching agony was written over his face as well. His baby girl was dead. Murdered. It was likely that the finality of Sarah’s death would leave him a broken man. For our mission not to have been completely in vain, Annabel had to live.

With a swift nod in his direction, I tried to convey to Breakneck all my unspoken sympathy along with my thanks.

He shook his head. “Don’t be thanking me yet. She’s got a helluva long way to go to survive.” Although there was doubt in his voice, there was also a hint of firm resolve.

FIVE

ANNABEL

As I floated back into consciousness, a sigh escaped my lips. The excruciating pain that had cloaked me was gone. While I appreciated the blessed relief, a sudden panic seeped into my pores. Did the newfound peace mean I was dead?

Prickly fear crept from the top of my head down to my feet, and I shivered. My groggy mind whirled with questions. Where was I? What had happened to me? When I tried desperately to widen my eyes to see where I was, they would only open halfway. They felt too swollen to fully open.

Just as I struggled to remember what had caused my eyes to swell, the events of the last few hours came racing back to me. Mendoza’s face masked in rage, his fists flying in fury, and his harsh words, “I’ll kill you for letting another man’s name come off your lips.”

When a bright, blinding light snapped on above me, a hoarse scream broke across my busted lips. Any peace I had felt was fleeting as I realized I wasn’t in heaven. Instead, I was surely back in hell. But as I started thrashing around, I realized I wasn’t in Mendoza’s quarters. I was laid out on a hard table. Once an antiseptic smell entered my nose, I couldn’t help wondering if I was in a hospital.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. No one is going to hurt you.”

I froze at the kind words, which were spoken with such care. Fluttering my eyelids, I managed to open my eyes enough to see someone I didn’t recognize in front of me. He didn’t wear a Diablo’s cut. Instead, he was outfitted in medical scrubs. As if he could sense my fear and the questions I had racing through my mind, he said in a low, kind voice, “My name is Dr. Edgeway. One of my men found you back at the compound. You were hurt badly, and you needed surgery to save your life.”