Sweet Pain (Amatucci Family #3) - Sadie Jacks Page 0,55

you free.” I blinked up at her. I pulled the steel from my arm. Grabbed up one section of silk and wrapped it around the wound.

Her mouth was twisted into a hateful grimace. “Just leave me alone.” She pushed me. “Get out!”

I fell back. My ass felt like it broke in half as it collided with the Queen Anne dresser against the wall. “Fine. See if I ever help you again.” Hand on my ass, I hobbled out of that terrible room.

I pushed the door open, uncaring that it slammed into the wall on the far side. Two men were talking in the hallway. “This is the room. You want to go first?” one of the men asked.

The other man shook his head when he saw me. “Ms. Chase, how lovely to see you again.”

I nodded, kept walking. Well, stumbling really.

He grabbed my arm, slid his hand behind my back. “Allow me to help you back to the party.”

I tried to shake him off.

He chuckled. “I’ll get back to you on that, Draper. Let me get this little drunken filly back to her parents.”

My skin crawled. My belly threatened to get rid of all the alcohol anyway. I pulled away. Face-planted the wall.

His grip on my hip tightened once more. “Aw, come on, sweetheart. Don’t be like that.” He pushed into my personal space. He grabbed my face between his hands, lowered his mouth to mine.

His whisky soaked breath had me heaving. I tried to push him back. Tried to shove him away. My belly gave one last heroic heave. I puked over both of us.

He danced back as he snarled at me in low tones. “You bitch! Do you know who I am?”

“Covered in vomit?”

“Dr. William T. Gregson. I’m one of the top surgeons at Mercy General Hospital.”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Well, Dr. William T. Gregson, you’re now covered in vomit.”

I blinked the room back into focus. “I puked on you. When you tried to shove your tongue down my throat.”

Gregson’s face went red as his lips thinned down into a hard line.

Ryker’s snort was hard and brutal. “Good job, cupcake. But I think I’ll take this turn, if you don’t mind.”

I waved my big, hulking hero forward. “Have at it, lover.” I stepped out of his way when he lifted his knee high.

Daphne lunged forward. “Ryker, don’t.”

“Ryker, do,” I said. I looked at Daphne. Saw her standing tall and in charge now when moments ago in my memory she had been broken and beaten. I rubbed a hand over my arm where she’d stabbed me. “He deserves it, Daphne. He stopped me in the hallway after I left that room.” I kept my gaze on hers as I said it. Let her see the past in my eyes.

She jerked. Her gaze dropped to my arm before rising to meet mine again. “He was…”

I nodded.

She pulled her restraining hand back from her son. “Do it.”

Ryker smiled. Lifted his foot high again. Just before he was about to drop it on Gregson’s head, the door slammed open again.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Ryker Penn,” a new guy said as he sailed into the room. His white lab coat fluttered in the breeze of his own wake. His dark ebony skin glistened under the harsh lights. His light golden eyes were beautiful. If it weren’t for the look of superiority and avarice. “We’ve got enough security in here that you would be arrested before his brains splattered on the floors. Not that I blame you. He really is a pissant.”

“Amgardner. Where the hell have you been?” Nancy screeched. “These people have been accosting us.”

Abigail snorted. “Accosting is a bit strong. You did allow his sister to be abducted.”

Nancy turned on the Charge nurse.

Nik danced forward again. Stopped the doctor from touching the nurse with some kind of move that I couldn’t track. “Ah, ah, ah. Touching others without their permission is a no-no. Did you not get the memo from Willow’s knee in Gregson’s balls?”

I smiled at Nik when she winked at me. She was seriously the coolest chick ever.

Amgardner sighed heavily. “For the love of money, folks. Let’s just cool down.”

I glared at him. “Who are you again?”

Amgardner gave me a sassy look. “I’m the chairman of the board and also the Chief of Surgery here. Your husband answers to me.”

I gave him a slow clap. “Then you’ll be listed in the criminal case. How do you spell your name again?”