He carried her into a side alley, and she saw the Ferrari parked there, with Henry waiting for them beside it.
When he saw them approach, he cursed. He opened the passenger-side door. “She okay?”
“She will be.” Bennett maneuvered into the passenger seat and settled Hadley in his lap.
“I can sit in the back.” The sports car had two small seats in the back.
“No.” He clipped the belt over both of them. “My place.”
Henry nodded and started the engine.
Hadley snuggled into him. For now, she’d let him take care of things.
CHAPTERTWELVE
As Henry pulled into Bennett’s building in Knightsbridge, Bennett was still struggling to get a handle on his violent fury.
His enemy had killed Ajay. Another of Bennett’s people destroyed. Another person he’d failed to protect.
And the bastard had hurt Hadley.
He knew her wound was still bleeding, felt the wetness on his suit trousers.
This fucker would pay.
“You need any help?” Henry asked.
“I’ve got her.” Bennett exited the car and hitched Hadley higher up in his arms. “Thanks, Henry.”
“Call if you need anything.”
“I can walk,” Hadley said.
Bennett just shot her a look.
“Or not,” she responded.
He had a private elevator to his penthouse and pressed his access card to the reader.
“I’m really sorry about Ajay, Bennett. Whatever his bad decisions, he didn’t deserve this.”
“No, he didn’t.” Bennett’s thoughts turned to Hamed. “No one deserves to die like this.”
The elevator stopped and he stepped inside his home. He carried her through to the living area.
“Wow, crappy place you have here,” she said.
“Thanks.”
He watched her taking it all in. He’d kept it to neutral tones—cream, wood, some touches of muted gray. He’d wanted it to feel comfortable, not like a show home. He carried her into his bedroom. The blinds were up, displaying the dark sweep of the park and the glitter of lights in the distance.
The lights beside his bed were on. The wall behind the bed had a gray textured surface and the bed head was a dark navy blue. A cream rug covered the wood floor and he strode across it into the bathroom.
“Oh, God, I could just live in your bathroom,” she said.
He loved his bathroom, too. There was lots of white marble, with dark-gray accents, a huge shower, and a free-standing stone tub beside the floor to ceiling windows.
He had a clear image of her in here, in only her underwear, putting on her makeup, with him beside her putting on cufflinks.