Praying that my eyes are playing tricks on me and she isn’t lying in this bed a victim of violence.
Stryker rushes to her side and gathers her into his arms. Still asleep, haunted her nightmares, she stops tossing and turning and I look to Jack for some answers. He doesn’t blatantly say the words, but the truth is written all over his face.
My sister wasn’t just beaten.
She was violated.
Absorbing that, I force a swallow and silently vow to make whoever did this pay in the most brutal way. I’m about to reach for my phone and call Joaquin when a knock sounds at the door. My gaze cuts to Parrish and I narrow my eyes. “Are we expecting anyone else?” My sister and I might be at odds, but no one knows Gina like I do. She’d hate for anyone else to see her like this.
“Cobra went to get a doctor,” Stryker reveals.
“A doctor?” I fireback. “You don’t think we should take her to a hospital?”
Sure the cops will be flagged for a rape, but she needs to be checked out. She needs…God…I don’t know what she needs.
“You take that girl to the hospital and the cops will be all over this—all over her. They will violate what’s left of her,” Jack says as he struts to the door. I watch as he pulls it open and my cousin Celeste enters the room. Narrowing my eyes, I look from her to Jack. I know she and Gina have remained closed, I even ran into her at Gina’s apartment once, but it takes me a minute to process why she’s here.
The girl is a nurse.
She’s also dating one of the Knights.
Tearing her eyes away from me, she walks toward the bed and gasps as soon as she gets a look at Gina. Looking over her shoulder, tears stream down her cheeks as she locks eyes with the man who brought her here.
“You didn’t tell me it was my cousin,” she cries, furiously wiping at her tears. Then she orders him to get her medical bag and demands we all leave the hotel room.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Stryker argues. “I promised her I wouldn’t leave her side.”
A sob rips past Gina’s lips and we all turn to her. She calls Stryker’s name and he assures her that she’s okay. I watch as she struggles to open her eyes, but her left eyes is swollen shut and she only manages to open her right. Spotting Celeste, a tear slides from the corner of her good eye and my chest tightens. I want to step into her line of sight. I want her to know that I’m here too and that I’m so fucking sorry this happened to her. I want her to look into my eyes and see the conviction. And more than anything, I want to tell my sister I love her.
Instead, I remain rooted in place. Celeste convinces Gina to take a shower and after she agrees to her help, we start to file out of the hotel room. The moment we hit the pavement of the parking lot, I reach for my phone and dial Joaquin. I don’t get a chance to lift the phone to my ear, though, because Stryker suddenly charges for me.
“You son of a bitch,” he growls, slamming me up against the wall.
“Jesus,” Jack hisses, ordering Cobra to pull him off me. Once we’re separated, Jack demands the truth from both of us. Stryker confesses to having a relationship with my sister and cites that didn’t realize we were related at first. I counter his confession with one of my own and admit that I recruited Stryker to help me keep her safe.
“A fine job protecting her you all did,” he seethes, pointing toward the hotel room. There is no argument there, that’s for sure, but I’m not the only one to blame. If Parrish would’ve given me the time of day and not dismiss me every time I tried to bring up Yankovich, we might’ve been able to work together and neutralize him before he fucking raped my sister—and that’s exactly what I tell him.
“Wait a minute,” Cobra interrupts. “Are we sure this was Yankovich? I mean, anyone could’ve done this—a complete stranger with no ties to either organization could’ve attacked Gina.”
“Sure,” I sneer. “And it’s a fucking coincidence that the cops just pulled the guy I had guarding her from the Hudson river.” I turn to Jack. “Yankovich has been on my radar for