Chapter 62
Allen
I wait by her bedside, clasping her left hand tightly, anxious for her to wake and look at me.
Bastard tore her rotator cuff all to hell, I remember the surgeon telling me, and I growl.
And she offed his a*s. He deserved it. It was very satisfying when they told me he was pronounced dead at the scene.
Brielle shudders, then moans, a haunted, wounded sound that breaks my heart all over again and takes me right back to the abject terror I felt as we raced to her house.
A light knock on the doorframe, and I glance over.
“Hey, Sam.”
“How is she?” he asks.
“Still sleeping off the anesthesia,” I tell him. “How are the other two doing?”
“Her assistant is still in surgery,” he reveals. “And Tucker was just telling me that Mari’s got a skull fracture and swelling on the b
