Chapter Twenty-Nine
Justice
I’m sound asleep when I hear pounding on the door. When you hear that sound, you automatically know something’s wrong. Something isn’t right. I sit up and throw my legs over the side of the bed, pulling my clothes on quickly before making my way to the door. Just as I’m about to turn the handle, it flies open, and Tom stands there. I see the look on his face. It’s not a good look either, and I know immediately I’m not going to like what he says.
“Where is she?” I ask, knowing it’s her. I know it’s Sky.
“She’s in surgery,” he replies, his tone cold as always.
“You promised me,” I roar as I dive at him. A few other guys storm in and pull me away from him. “You fucking promised me!”
“I’m sorry. She stepped out of the club, and the shot went off. My guys took Bana and his guys out. It all happened so quickly, Justice.”
“I lost my family once to that motherfucker, and you promised me she was safe,” I growl at him.
“My guys were right outside. The bullet just missed one and got her. We didn’t expect her to come out of the club,” he explains, trying to make this make sense. It doesn’t. None of this does.
“Well, now she’s in surgery, probably fighting for her life,” I snap at him.
“Let’s go. I’ll take you there,” Tom says as I follow him out to the waiting car. I’m glad we didn’t leave the city yet, and we can still make it to the hospital quickly.
We wind through the streets as my mind wanders to places it shouldn’t go. It’s like a bad case of déjà vu all over again. My heart aches as I think about it. I can’t lose Sky, not her too. I just got her. I just got the girl who completed me.
I ignore whatever Tom is rambling on about because I don’t care to hear him right now as we rush toward the hospital. All I need to hear is that she’s alright and going to be okay, but I haven’t heard that yet.
We pull up at the hospital, and I leap from the car before it can stop. My eyes are everywhere as I rush into the emergency room.
I’m headed for the desk when I hear Rodney call out to me. I spin around to face him, noting the amount of blood on his suit, and my face pales.
“It’s not as bad as it looks. Come on.” Rodney places his hand on my shoulder and leads me to the elevator.
“What happened?” The doors close in front of us as I look over to him for answers.
“I tried to get her to stay. She came after work and was looking for you. I told her what had happened, and she wanted to leave. As I followed her out the door, she was going down. I’m sorry, Justice. I should have protected her when you weren’t there.” I know he did all he could. I know he wouldn’t have let anything happen to her.
“You did all you could,” I tell him as I try to remain calm when all I want to do is hurt someone but who? Bana is dead and not by my hands which pisses me off more.
The elevator doors open, and Christy comes slamming into me as soon as I step out.
“Oh my God,” she cries into my chest as I hold her. “I can’t lose her.”
“I can’t either. And we’re not going to. She’s a fighter. Sky will get through this,” I tell her. I lead her over to the chairs and sit her down before Rodney sits next to her and puts his arm around her. I sit down on the other side, and we wait.
Waiting isn’t something I’m good at. I grow impatient and want answers. My knee bounces up and down when I hear a sad giggle come from next to me. I glance over, and Christy smiles.
“Sky said that annoys her so bad. You bounce your knee when you’re worried or irritated,” she tells me. I can’t help but smile. The woman knows me. She knows me inside and out, and I can’t lose her now.
I know she’s just trying to deal with this shit.
We sit in silence for a little longer when the doctor finally comes out. I rush to my feet when he asks for Mr. Sinner and comes to stand in front of him.
“How is she?”
“She’s going to be fine. Although she lost a lot of blood, it was a simple shoulder wound. It did damage her muscle, which we repaired, but she should regain full use of it,” he explains. My heart feels like it starts beating for the first time. I can breathe. She’s going to be okay. My girl is going to be okay.
“Can I see her?” I ask quickly, needing to get my eyes on her. I need to see she’s okay. I need to see her and know that she’s fine physically.
“Sure. Follow me,” he says. I glance back at Rodney and Christy before following him down the long hall. He stops at a room and motions for me to go in.