Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,24

around in fear, but it wasn’t my boys. It was four armed guards and the lead doctor in his long white coat.

“We have to evacuate the asset,” the doctor spoke, his gaze skimming down to me on the floor before he clearly decided not to comment on it. “Now.”

Two of the guards stepped forward, lifting me off of the ground and pushing me down onto the hospital bed. I thrashed with all the strength I had as fear took hold of me. I bit and kicked but in my weakened state, my blows felt as hard as feathers and exhaustion crept up on me like a beast in the night. They forced me down beneath them, pinning me in place before one of them pulled strong straps over my body, securing me to the bed.

My heart sank into the depths of my stomach as panic found me. They couldn’t take me from my boys. Not again.

Jonas started wheeling me out of the room and the guards clustered around me with face masks in place and guns in hand.

I did the only thing I could do and started screaming, crying the names of my boys in hopes that they could hear me and find their way here. I couldn’t let these assholes take me. I couldn’t come too close to salvation only to be stolen away into the night once more. My men were so near I could taste them on the air. I refused to be torn away from them again without so much as seeing their beautiful faces.

“Get her to the roof,” the doctor barked, directing us down the corridor. “The emergency generator on this level will have kept this elevator operational. A helicopter is on the way.”

Dread seeped into every inch of my flesh and I bucked against my restraints, screaming louder even though it pained my insides to do so, scorching my lungs like fire.

“Nash!” I yelled. “Blake, Kyan, Saint!”

I was wheeled into the elevator and planted at the back of it as the guards all took up position in front of me.

Jonas pulled his face mask down under his visor to smirk at me. “What was that about me bleeding?” he mocked in a quiet voice.

This fucking guy. I wriggled a hand free of my binds, reaching out and snatching a tactical knife from one of the guard’s belts with a surge of adrenaline. I twisted it around and stabbed at Jonas, missing his gut as he lurched away, but it drove deep into his forearm instead, spilling blood everywhere. He shrieked like a new-born baby, clutching the wound as one of the guards grabbed the blade from my hand and strapped me down tighter on the bed so I could barely move my arms at all.

“Calm down, put pressure on it,” a guard barked at Jonas as he leaned against the wall whimpering and the elevator soared.

“If they don’t kill you, I will,” I promised Jonas and he had the good sense to finally look afraid of me.

Because I refused to believe they wouldn’t get here on time. I had faith in them. They had my scent and they wouldn’t stop tracking me until we were reunited.

I was a ruler of the most ruthless beasts to walk the earth. And they were hunting me down with vengeance in their hearts and bloodlust in their souls. So help anyone who tried to keep me from them.

I t had taken me a little longer than it should have to get back out of the parking lot and make my way around to the emergency exit where the others were waiting by the door. Saint had laid into me the moment I arrived about my unused gas mask hanging from my belt, his face scrunching up with fury at the idea of someone defying him. Luckily for me, I'd still been mostly deaf from the explosion at that point, so I hadn't caught much of his tirade aside from the angry look in his eyes.

I hadn't wasted much time standing about there for him to go off on one though and we were all in agreement that there was no time for that shit, so we'd taken off into the building via the handily unlocked emergency exit. The door opened into a dark corridor and the sounds of people racing our way in a bid to escape reached our ears. Monroe ran across the space to another door and shoved it open as we hurried to follow, my