Savage Vandal (82 Street Vandals #1) - Heather Long Page 0,15

clear to me the day I changed her lock. I should have just called it then, but they were right.

That hadn’t been the plan.

“Fuck,” Kellan swore, but he carried her toward the car as Vaughn dragged the bastard up and over his shoulder.

“Not going to help?”

I glared at him, then glanced around the alley. One camera, but it was pointed away.

Kellan already had the trunk open, and I helped them stash the asshole before I slid into the backseat with her. Vaughn dropped into the passenger seat, and Kellan glared at me in the rearview mirror.

“We should just take her to a hospital…”

“No, get us back to the club.”

“This is a bad idea,” Kellan said.

“You out then?” I dared him. We didn’t walk away. None of us. We hadn’t even when we’d had the chance. This wasn’t even in the top ten of shitty things we’d ever had to do.

If anything, we were the white fucking knights in this situation.

“Fuck you, Hawk,” he snapped, and I grinned before putting a gentle hand on her hair. I’d shifted her so she lay in my lap, and I took the towel Vaughn handed me to press to the back of her head. “I’m calling Doc.”

I nodded. She needed to see him.

And I needed a detailed list of her injuries.

Chapter 4

Kellan

The drive across town took way fucking longer than I wanted. Still, I didn’t dare speed. No drawing attention to the car. We had maybe an hour—if we were lucky, and so far, our luck had been absolute shit on this run—before someone noticed Emersyn was missing. I doubted anyone would miss the abusive jackass in the trunk.

Except, maybe the pair of tits he’d been fucking all week. Better that little slut than Emersyn. Not that he hadn’t tried. I’d caught him more than once trying to get in the car with her and made sure he didn’t. She didn’t want him there, then he wasn’t getting in. The bruises on her grew steadily worse all week. I wasn’t blind.

Hawk ordered me to leave the fucker alone. A broken hand, a broken leg, a broken neck—they were all doable. But no, leave him the fuck alone. Fine. I just made sure he couldn’t hitch a ride with her, and I kept it quiet about where she was staying.

That took me next to nothing to discern. She didn’t tell anyone from the show the hotel of her choice, and no one from the show was at her hotel. I’d done some recon on their location, miles away. She’d also booked her room under a different name entirely.

The tags were spray painted everywhere. Only a moron couldn’t read the warning in them, so why the fuck had Jasper let him get away with that shit? Course, he’d just answered that question tonight.

It was their last show, the final performance. They had one down day, and then they’d be moving on to the next stop on their tour. Our time with her would have been brief, but we would have protected her here.

Because whether Hawk okayed it or not, that abusive fuck in the trunk was not going to be continuing with the tour.

Accidents happened.

I’d make goddamn sure it happened.

The doc in the box had no lights on in the front. They closed at nine straight up. The neighborhood emergencies headed over to the Memorial if they made it that far. Pulling around back, I already had my phone to my ear before Vaughn slid out of the passenger seat.

Doc answered on the first ring. “We’re here,” I told him and then hung up. Out of the car, I tracked Vaughn as he eased Emersyn out of Jasper’s arms. She was too fucking pale. Bruises seemed to underscore her eyes in the muddy light. How much of that was exhaustion? And how much real hits?

“Did he actually hit her before I got there?” I demanded, but Vaughn shot me a sharp look.

“Do you actually think I’d let him hit her?”

The door opening to reveal Mickey J or “Doc” as he went by now. In his late twenties, maybe early thirties, he had a grizzled look to him and a hard expression. He swept his gaze over us and then narrowed his focus on Emersyn.

“Get her in here.”

Jasper cut ahead of them all and was inside. Fine, he could sweep the place.

I caught Doc before he could follow Vaughn and Emersyn.

“What?” the older man growled at me.

“I need a sedative. Something strong enough to keep a grown