George’s POV
I sat by Julia's bedside, my hand clasped around her cold fingers, desperately willing her to wake up. The rhythmic beeping of the monitors was the only sound breaking the oppressive silence of the room. My eyes, bloodshot from days of no sleep, scanned her face for any sign of movement. She looked so peaceful, almost as if she were merely sleeping, but the deep wound she bore told a different story.
After Julia passed out, Mark was able to round up most of the guys working for Mrs. Lesley and Isabella was arrested too. But the sneaky old wrench found a back door to escape during the shootouts. It was a perfect distraction so she could bolt without anyone being in her way. She and Katherine were nowhere to be found after the shoot out and Mark promised he would be hot on the
