Page 60 of Bama's Babe


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Images flicker—Blake in Tart, his enraged face, him grabbing me by my hair, kicking me in the rips, and throwing me on the display case.

My blood. God, there was so much fucking blood.

A shiver runs through me.

“Shit,” I hiss, clutching my side.

The pain’s a brutal reminder that I survived absolute hell.

I grit my teeth, determined to push through the haze.

I need answers. I need to know everything.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“God, shut the fuck up,” I mutter at the machines, though they ignore my command.

Typical. Everything’s out of my control, and I hate it. I’ve always hated feeling helpless.

“Focus, Jordyn,” I tell myself again, breathing deeply despite the agony it shoots through my chest.

I force my eyes open, scanning the room for clues.

Sterile walls, a tray of medical tools, and a door slightly ajar.

So, nothing helpful.

“Anyone there?” I call out, my voice raspy and weak.

No response. Just the damn beeping. Figures.

I let my head sink back into the pillow, frustration boiling inside me.

I need to get out of here. I need to find Bama, find out what happened after they found me.

But right now, I can barely move without feeling like I’m being torn apart from the inside.

I close my eyes again, trying to drown out the noise, the pain, the uncertainty.

In the darkness behind my eyelids, I picture Bama’s face, his rough hands, his fierce loyalty.

He makes me feel so calm and safe, and I love it.

“Just hold on, Jordyn,” I think, clinging to the image of him. “You’ll get through this.”

The beeping continues, but I let it fade into the background, focusing instead on the one thing that matters—survival.

“Jordyn?” A voice pulls me from the haze. It’s soft, almost hesitant, like it’s afraid to break me.

I force my eyes open again, squinting against the harsh fluorescent lights.

My gaze lands on a figure sitting beside the bed, someone I didn’t see before—dark hair, tired eyes, and a familiar face I haven’t seen in quite a while.

“Kat?” My voice cracks, disbelief lacing every syllable.

This has to be a dream.

There’s no way she’s here.

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