Crash Into Me - L.A. Fiore Page 0,81
was shot, right in front of Polar. A fucking drive by.” Then I remembered the tag. “I have to call Zac. I have a partial tag.”
Kade took my face in his hands. “Molly, look at me.” I was falling back on what I knew, the facts, the evidence. “Molly.” Kade’s voice was harsh. My eyes found his. “I will call Zac. Give me the tag number.”
His one arm held me to him, and I was grateful because my legs wanted to give out. He called Zac, told him what happened, gave him the number. I wanted to see the nurse again. He wouldn’t let me.
“You’re in shock, Baby,” he said, soft but firm.
“Someone shot my friend,” I said, softly at first, and then I screamed it. “They shot him!”
He pulled me close, held me as I cried. He looked over at the nurse. “How long will he be in surgery?”
“Hours.”
He took my face again. “I’m going to take you home, get you cleaned up and then we’ll come back. Yeah?”
“I have to talk to Zac.”
“That can wait.” He didn’t leave room for argument.
I didn’t remember the drive home. I walked right into the bathroom to the sink. My hands wouldn’t come clean. Scrubbing the blood off, it just smeared. Tears pooled, but my anger was stronger, rage burned through me. My hands were raw, but still, I saw the blood.
“Molly.”
“It won’t come off.”
His hand covered mine, as he turned off the water. “I have to get it off.”
“Molly.”
I turned to him, pushed him away from me. The screaming in my head spilled from my mouth and echoed around the bathroom. He made no move to stop me when I used him to let the frustration and pain out. I stumbled back, hit the wall. Before I slid down it, he was there…holding me up. His hand curled around my chin. “Tell me what you need, Molly.”
I held his intense stare, my breathing coming in hard pants, the anger giving way to the pain. I fisted his hair, pulled his mouth to mine. He didn’t respond, at first, until I begged against his lips, “Please.”
Twisting my hair around his hand, he yanked my head back, those eyes I loved stared back with concern, before his mouth slammed down on mine. I clawed at his clothes, but his arm banded around my waist, holding me to him, as he consumed me with just his kiss. My muscles loosened, my body giving in to him. He pulled at my jeans, dragging them and my panties down my legs, my tee and bra followed. He turned the shower on, stripped, then pulled me under the spray before pressing me against the wall. His hand moved down my body, his fingers played with me. His mouth replaced his fingers.
“Oh god.” I fisted his hair, spread my legs wider, and moved my hips to take him deeper. His fingers dug into my ass, as he brought me swiftly to orgasm, before he stood, turned me to the wall and ran his hand up my back and between my shoulder blades. He pressed down, bending me at the waist. He placed my hands on the wall and pushed my legs apart. In the next breath, he was slamming into me.
“Yes!” I scream.
He wasn’t gentle. I didn’t want gentle. “Harder,” I begged.
He fucked me almost brutally; his hand fisted my hair, pulling my head back again for his ruthless kiss. I came so hard it brought new tears to my eyes. He broke the kiss, our gazes locked. It hit me on the way home. Where Ethan and I had been, the shit that was going down and the realization that someone had mistaken Ethan for Kade. New tears fell. “If it was you,” I said brokenly.
His voice was a harsh whisper because he knew, too. “It wasn’t me.”
He pulled out of me, drew me against him and held me, as I broke down. Three months ago, I didn’t know him, and now, I wouldn’t survive the loss of him.
He washed me and then dressed me. An hour later, we were walking back into the emergency room. Zac was there. “Shit, Molly,” he said, crossing the room and pulling me close. “I’m sorry.”
Kade moved to the nurse’s station.
“He’s going to pull through. He’s young and strong,” Zac said.
I looked up at Zac. “We were at Polar. Kade owns that.”
Zac caught on instantly. “They thought he was Kade.”
New tears fell. “Yeah.”
“I’ll call Vin. We’ll fucking find out who’s behind