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“Angel? You don’t sound right. What’s going on?” he demanded. His words brought Sal and Morrigan running, followed closely by his brother, all having heard him. He was now in the living space, and it was open plan.
“Roman... drugged,” he heard Angela rasp.
His blood turned to ice in his veins. “Where are you?” But he got no response. “Angel? Angel?!” He looked at his cell, noting the line was still open. But he couldn’t hear her.
“What the fuck is happening?” Abel growled from beside him.
Roman’s hand started to shake as he stared blankly at his cell. “Angel needs help. She’s been drugged.”
Chaos ensued for a moment, everyone yelling and questioning him. “Quiet!” he roared, coming back to himself. He had choked for a second there, but his rage helped focus his attention where it was needed. “Luca, find where she is.” He passed his brother his phone. “We’re still connected.”
Luca didn’t ask any questions. He ran to Roman’s office, where Roman knew Luca could access anything he needed.
“She was going to a farewell party with that doctor,” Abel revealed, looking sick. “But I don’t know where.”
Roman growled. “Brian Mathers? The doctor Salvatore told me about?”
When Abel nodded silently, Roman’s blood began to boil. If the man was behind this—whatever this was—then Roman would skin him alive.
Two minutes later, he and a large portion of his crew were getting into cars and speeding off. Luca had stayed, but everyone else was with him. He felt like he was going to be sick, and he wanted to pound something badly, but he didn’t have time to lose his shit. Angel had called him when she needed help. And he was going to provide it. One way or another.
* * *
When Roman broke down the door and saw Brian on his knees with his dick out, and Angel’s shirt ripped off, he lost his mind. He discovered that seeing red was not just an analogy. His vision turned hazy, and his hearing switched off for a moment, a loud ringing taking it’s place. He didn’t recall beating the man’s face in, only the rage he felt.
It was only when Salvatore peeled him off the sick fuck, and told him Angel needed him, that Roman came back to himself. Stepping over the piece of shit, he ran to Angel, dropping onto his knees. The tear rolling down her cheek nearly ended him, but he did his best to smile reassuringly. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, Angel. You’re safe,” he vowed.
His heart stopped when her eyes closed. “Angel!” he shouted.
Salvatore knelt on her other side, checking for a pulse and listening to her breathing. “She just passed out.”
“She said she was drugged. What kind of drug?” Abel wanted to know. “What do we do?”
Roman didn’t reply. Because he didn’t fucking know. He heard Morrigan giving orders to the men, telling them to take Brian back to the penthouse pit. “No!” he said sharply. “I don’t want that scum anywhere near Angel. Take him to the docks.” He had plenty of properties where killing could be done. He didn’t want Angel to wake up and discover Brian was within spitting distance of her. No matter what condition he was in.
His men nodded, hefting the unconscious soon-to-be-dead man and walking out. Roman trusted them to get out of there without anyone from the party in the front of the bar seeing them. They had come through the back in the first place and not seen a soul. This was the second room they’d checked.
“Maybe we should take her to the hospital,” Abel suggested, wringing his hands.
“The hospital where she works? Where dozens of people she works with are just feet away partying while she’s lying here unconscious from being drugged under their noses? Hell no,” Roman snarled.
“Take her home, Roman,” Salvatore said quietly. He placed a hand on Roman’s shoulder and squeezed. “As long as she hasn’t had an overdose, I can treat her there. I swear I wouldn’t put her at risk, Roman.”
Roman knew that, so he thanked his friend and scooped Angel into his arms. She didn’t wake up during the drive back, but she did moan a few times. Luca was waiting for them anxiously when they arrived in the medical suite. Roman moved past him, placing Angel on the bed. He thanked Luca when he covered her with a warm blanket.
“What happened?” Luca asked, smoothing hair back from Angela’s face. “She doesn’t look so good.”
No, she doesn’t, Roman silently agreed, afraid to speak in case he screamed until his throat bled. There were some red marks on her nose and forehead that could have been scratches or perhaps carpet burn. Her skin was pale, bordering on green, and she was starting to shake.
Salvatore shone a light in her eyes, asking if she could hear him, then checked her heart rate again and blood pressure. “It’s fast. And her BP is up. I’ll push fluids to get the drugs out of her system faster. But it would be better if we could pump her stomach,” he admitted.
“The... drawer...”
Roman wheeled around. Angela’s eyes were half open, and she was looking at the large supply cabinet. “Angel.” Roman took her hand in his, bringing it to his cheek. “I’m here. Everything is going to be okay.”
She smiled a little. “I know.” She looked across the room again, stammering, “Ch-ch-charcoal...”
“Good girl,” Sal murmured, kissing her on the forehead quickly before heading to where Angela was looking. He rummaged around, pulling out a bunch of shit that Roman had no clue about. “Get Claire,” Sal ordered nobody in particular.
