Cady pushes the door open just as Havers roars and throws Reli to the floor, clicking his fingers and the men that stand in the room move forward toward her.
Hell fucking no.
Cage, Greg, and Cady enter the room unseen and go into the shadows.
I raise my gun. “Havers!” I say loudly, and everyone in the room stops and looks at me. It gives Cage, Greg, and Cady time to get to Reli and Lance before things get worse.
Amateurs. That’s all I think off as I watch as his men fumble to reach for their weapons.
“You,” Havers growls as he takes a step toward me. “You’re the one that ruined my fucking whore.”
My jaw clenches as I realize that he’s talking about Reli. “She’s not your whore, asshole. She’s nothing to you.”
“Boss, the police are on their way,” Martina murmurs so that only I can hear her.
“That is where you are wrong. She’s been mine for a very long time.”
I tighten my grip on my gun; the urge to shoot the motherfucker is strong but I have more control than that. While him dying would make me fucking happy, he has a lot to fucking answer for. Trafficking, drugs, guns, you name it, that asshole has his fingers in it.
“Havers, give it up. It’s over,” I tell him and see Cage has Reli in his arms. I can’t see her face and I hate that. I want to see if she’s okay.
Havers raises his hand; I see the flash of the muzzle and my instincts take over. I fire off a shot. Just one and he falls to the floor, groaning in pain. Cohen rushes in and kicks the gun away from Havers and makes sure that he’s secure for when the police arrive.
The rest of my team round up Havers’ men as I go to Reli.
“She’s hurting,” Cage says quietly, his jaw clenched.
“How bad?” I ask, my heart pounding. I still haven’t seen her face.
“I’m okay.” Her voice is weak and timid.
Fuck.
“Baby girl?” I say softly and she turns to face me and it’s like a sucker punch to my gut and not the good kind. Her face is bloodied, her lip has a cut in it, and she’s holding her stomach as though she’s in agony. “Call an ambulance,” I instruct Cage and he nods and moves away to call them.
“I’m okay,” she tries to reassure me but I can tell that she’s anything but.
“Humor me, baby. I need the paramedics and doctors to check you over.”
She nods. “Fine.” She glances around the room. “Is it over?” I nod. “Good. Is Lance okay?”
I lift her gently into my arms and bring her over to see him. He too is in bad shape, and I’m not sure which one of them is injured more. They’re both bleeding but neither look too serious.
Thank fuck, this shit is over. Havers will get what’s coming to him. Inmates hate child abuses and traffickers. Havers is a dead man walking. Soon rumors are going to spread about both him and Talia. Hopefully, karma will come for them.
Once the paramedics arrive, they load Reli and Lance into the ambulances and bring them both to the hospital. Thankfully, as I know most of the cops that arrived on scene, I was able to follow Reli to the hospital with the promise that I’d talk to them once I’d seen that she was okay.
“I’m okay,” she tells me for the fifth time. I’m sitting beside her on this tiny hospital bed.
We’ve been waiting for the doctor to let us know when she’s able to be discharged. I’m not holding out much hope that it’ll be this evening. The police have come by and taken my statement, I’ll swing by the station in the morning to give them a full one. Tonight, I just want to make sure that Reli’s okay and she’s safe.
“You’re not okay. You’ve got two cracked ribs.” I should have killed that motherfucker, finding out that he and Talia are related has solidified my plan to ensure that they get everything that’s coming to them.
“I know, but I’m alive, Lance is alive. We’re going to be okay. I just want to go home,” she says softly as she reaches for my hand. “When can we go home?”
I kiss her head. “Soon, baby. Soon.,” I promise her.
She rests her head against my chest. “I love you so much.”