Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,99

ushered me up the staircase and down a hallway, shoving the door open to one of the bedrooms. “Put her on the bed.” I normally wouldn’t take orders from anyone when it came to the woman in my arms, but Addy needed full access to Zoe to check her over.

Gently laying her on top of the sky-blue comforter, I pulled down her skirt, remembering she was bare underneath, heat rising inside me once more. I tried to push her hair back from her face, but Addy stealthily moved in front of me. I didn’t know how she managed, but she shoved me back a step.

She gingerly touched her face, inspecting the state of her black eye, split lip, and the cut on her cheek, which looked much worse now that I could see it better, before carefully moving her head from side to side. There were two shallow cuts on her neck and several more below the hollow of her throat, right on top of her…

“I need to undress her, Brick. I need to see where she’s hurt.” Addy rolled Zoe on to her side, looking back at me when I remained frozen in place. “There’s so much blood,” she all but whispered. “I don’t know where it came from.” I still hadn’t moved, too busy lost to the possibilities of what we were gonna see once she removed Zoe’s dress. “Brick!”

Addy’s voice startled me, even though my eyes had been bouncing from her to Zoe and back again. I finally moved forward.

“Hold her like this so I can unzip her.” My hands replaced hers, but she shook her head instead of trying to remove the dress. “Never mind. Roll her onto her back again. I’m gonna cut it off. It’ll be easier, especially if she has any damage to her sides. Moving her around like that won’t be good.” Addy wasn’t talking to me at this point, too involved with what she needed to do next to help her. “Can you run downstairs and grab my black bag from the dining room?” I gave her a blank stare. “Brick!” That was the second time she yelled my name, and if there was a third, I had no doubt it’d be followed by a reprimand. “Go. Riley knows where it is if you can’t find it.”

I looked back at Zoe and the only thing I could do was shake my head. Addy placed her hand on my chest, my heart thumping against her fingertips. “Honey, go get the bag.” She gave me a gentle shove, enough for me to divert my attention back to her.

I rushed down the hall as best I could with my injury and descended the steps, searching frantically for Addy’s medical bag. Spotting Riley on the couch, I came to a halt in front of her, scaring the daylights out of her when I shouted, “Where’s your mom’s bag?” She gasped but hopped off the sofa and dashed into another room, returning a moment later with a large black bag. I snatched it from her hand and raced back upstairs, ignoring each slice of pain that hit every time I put pressure on my left leg.

“Here.” Dropping what she needed on the foot of the bed, I moved to stand next to Zoe, taking her hand in mine. She stirred but didn’t open her eyes.

The next thing I knew, Addy withdrew a pair of scissors and started at the hem of Zoe’s dress, cutting straight up the middle, careful not to touch her body in the process. She tossed the shears to the side and separated the blood-soaked material, and when my eyes fell on Zoe’s exposed flesh, I choked on my surprise.

What I saw were dozens of cuts, slices in various sizes marring her flesh. I had no idea what damage there was to the back of her, barely able to withstand the sight in front of me without retching. I struggled to wrap my head around how someone could do this to another person, someone innocent, someone who should’ve been protected merely because she was a woman.

Addy barely held back her shock, shaking her head slightly before wiping at her eyes, taking a moment for Zoe’s condition to sink in before she pulled a few more things from her bag. Not a word passed her lips as she worked to clean her numerous wounds. Some were superficial, while others were deeper, only a few needing stitches, one of them being the cut on her