Rowdy (Marked Men #5)(87)
I pulled Salem to my chest in a one-armed hug as the tears finally escaped the trap of her feathery lashes. “Of course not, but we’ll take care of her and help her heal. It’s what this family does.”
“I know. She’s lucky to be part of the fold.”
“Thank you for the update, Royal.”
“Sure. If you need anything else let me know. I’ll text you the info I have for where they are taking her.”
Salem mumbled a thank-you that was lost in the fabric of my shirt as I ended the call and used both arms to squeeze her to me as tightly as I could.
“She’ll be okay. Poppy is a Cruz and you girls are fighters.”
She wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her cheek on the spot in my chest where my heart was thudding erratically from adrenaline and relief.
“Yeah, but a lifetime of fighting gets old after a while.” She pulled back and looked up at me, and I could see it, feel it, and smell it in the air. The storm had hit land and she was ready to level everything in her path. “It’s time for a knockout once and for all.”
All I could do was shrug my agreement. “Let’s go take care of your sister first.”
She moved away from me with a nod. “I love you and I love that you know what I have to do and aren’t freaking out about it.”
I was already on my phone looking at flights out of DIA to Albuquerque. Luckily it was a short flight and wouldn’t take us too long to get to Poppy’s side. I looked up from the screen and gave Salem a half grin.
“You’ll always have a little bit of gypsy in you, Salem. As long as you return to me, I’m willing to let you go wherever it is you want to go. I’ll be right here when you get back.”
I saw her bottom lip tremble at my words, and before I could hit send on the ridiculously expensive last-minute flight, she launched herself back at me and I had my arms full of quivering, shaking female. She grabbed my face in both of her hands and kissed me in a way that had forever laced all the way through it.
“Gypsies can see the future in their crystal ball, Rowdy. Do you wanna guess what I see in mine?”
“Us?”
She laughed just a little and kissed me again. “Definitely us. I’m gonna grab some stuff to take to Poppy and we need to figure out what to do with Jimbo since we’re both going and have no idea how long we’re going to be gone for.”
I had a plethora of people that I knew for a fact would ride to the rescue to help me out with the dog, but for some reason the first person I put a call in to was Sayer and it didn’t have anything to do with the fact she had a giant backyard.
Sayer, of course, told me she was dropping everything and headed over to get the dog. She was also genuinely overjoyed that Poppy was all right, but took a minute to quietly tell me that she had the names of several victims’ counselors that she could refer Poppy to when the time was right. Sayer was good people and remarkably understanding. The more I talked to her, the more that I let her in, the more I realized how proud I was to have the same blood as her running through my veins. I was happy that she wanted me to be part of her family and I was looking forward to introducing her to the rest of mine.
It only took half an hour for Sayer to show up and collect Jimbo. The girls hugged and more tears were shed as I hustled Salem out the door and we rushed to the airport. Both of us were jittery and anxious as we trudged through security and waited impatiently to board. Since neither of us had slept the night before, nodding off as soon as the plane hit cruising altitude was bound to happen, and when the wheels touched down and we both jerked awake, it was with the knowledge that someone we both loved was hurt, alone, and more than likely fundamentally changed by the recent tragedy she had just survived. It made the vibe between us heavy and thick, but we held on to one another and didn’t let go.
At the hospital it was a little bit of work to get in to see Poppy. There were still a bunch of law enforcement officials running around and the media was lurking like vultures. The nursing staff knew who Salem was right away and started to usher her back, but she didn’t want to go without me. Since I wasn’t immediate family they weren’t going to let me in to see Poppy. I thought it was more important that Poppy see a familiar face than it was to fight the rules, but Salem was having none of it. And in her typical way she charmed and maneuvered everyone that she needed to in order to get me clearance to go into the room with her.
I almost wished I had stayed in the hall. Poppy looked dreadful. Her face was practically deformed from the beating she had endured. Her hair was a tangled and matted mess that had dried blood caked in the strands, and even though both of her eyes were black and blue and swollen to the point that I had no idea how she could see out of them, I could see the weird, hollow cast in the typically glowing depths. She just looked beyond broken, and while I wanted to turn around and pretend like none of it had happened, Salem marched right in and scooped her sister up in a gentle hug as they rocked together around the tubes and monitors that were plugged into Poppy.
There was no regret. There were no useless words of condolence. All Salem could do was hold Poppy as she cried and cried. There was nothing that was going to make the situation, or her sister, any better and Salem knew that, so she just offered up her strength, which was really the only thing that Poppy needed at the moment. I wasn’t really sure what to do with myself, so I just hovered by the doorway and watched the heartbreaking scene unfold. As a man that cared about these two women, who had loved both of them in different ways for a lifetime, it filled me with impotent rage that they were both suffering so deeply and there was nothing I could do about it. If Oliver hadn’t already been dead I felt like I would start a manhunt so I could take him out myself.