To her shock, she laughed.
They were on the outskirts of the town when a cop car caught up to them, his sirens and lights on. But she wasn’t stopping until she got to the hospital. She squealed into the hospital car park.
A deputy sheriff’s car was behind them by now, but she didn’t care. She jumped out and started racing towards the entrance of the Emergency Room. Kiesha must have run interference because no one interrupted her.
As soon as she explained the situation, several people rushed out to get Marisol and she was wheeled away on a gurney.
She didn’t waste a minute, racing back out to the truck and climbing in. “Kiesha, get in!”
Kiesha stared at her, wide-eyed but jumped into the passenger seat. Then ignoring the yells of the deputy, who she vaguely recognized, she took off towards the sheriff’s department.
“Who knew you were such a rule-breaker!” Kiesha said.
“Ed. Need Ed.”
She pulled into the back of the sheriff’s department, not even bothering to turn off the truck. She raced into the building.
And the first person she saw was her brother, Sebastian.
Then she heard the sweetest sound ever.
“Georgie-girl?”
Turning, she flew into Ed’s arms. Finally. Home. Safe.
Twenty minutes later, she was sitting in Ed’s lap in his office.
She had an ice pack pressed to her swollen cheek, which Ed had nearly lost his shit over.
There was a blanket around her. And Ed’s hand was on the front of her throat, his fingers pressed lightly on her pulse.
As soon as they’d arrived, she and Kiesha had told them what had happened. Ed hadn’t wasted time in sending people out to the abandoned house to arrest Saber. He’d also called Linc, who had thankfully been contacted by the hospital and was already there with Marisol.
She hoped she would be all right. Ed had wanted her and Kiesha to go to the hospital, but they’d both insisted they were fine and he’d settled for August checking them both over.
Jace suddenly appeared in the doorway. “They’ve got him, boss. He was conscious when they found him. They’re bringing him in.”
Oh, thank God. She shared a look of profound relief with Kiesha, who was bundled up in another blanket on one of Ed’s chairs. That tight ball of fear in her stomach started to unravel.
He’d been arrested.
She was safe. Kiesha and Marisol were safe. Hopefully, Marisol would be all right.
Everything was all right.
“Good,” Ed said with satisfaction.
“I want a moment with him,” Marcus said darkly, studying her. All of her brothers had hugged her gently until Ed had insisted on having her to himself.
“Not happening,” Ed said firmly. “This is going by the book.”
There were a number of grumbles from her brothers.
“Give her to me,” Spencer demanded.
“No. Georgie’s mine now.”
“I want someone to fight over me,” Kiesha pouted. She looked over Georgie’s brothers with obvious appreciation.