The Dangerous Curves Series

Chapter 61

For the rest of his life, Jax would never forget the sight that greeted him when he burst into Sarah’s house that night.

My dear sweet God. So much blood.

The whole room had been overturned, the furniture wrecked. There was broken glass everywhere, and the walls were covered with blood splatter.

But all Jax could see was the body on the floor, crumpled and broken. If he hadn’t seen those glorious red curls, those lush curves that he’d memorized with his hands and heart, he’d never have known who it was – her face was unrecognizable. Sick, weak, scared to death, he fell to his knees next to her.

“Sarah. Baby, can you hear me?” He reached out to touch her hair.

“Back up, Jax.” Mac shoved him with one hand. “Don’t touch her. I mean, at all.”

“Why not?”

“Because I think this is bad, man.” Mac’s eyes were frightened, and more than the blood and bruises, that told Jax that Sarah was in big trouble. “Really bad. Don’t lay a finger on her yet.”

“What?”

Mac carefully lifted one of Sarah’s eyelids without moving her head even one inch. “Fuck.”

“f**k what?” Jax ground out. “Mac?”

“I need you to go and find Noah, OK? When the ambulance gets here, we’re going to have to haul ass. You get me?”

Jax stared at him.

“Jax. Go.” King’s deep rumble seemed to pierce through his shock, and Jax got to his feet.

“Yeah. Yeah, OK.” He tried to get himself together. “I’ll get Noah sorted.”

“Hurry,” Mac said. “We’ve got no time.”

Jax nodded, took a calming breath. He had no idea what state Noah was in, and it wasn’t going to help anything for Jax to be freaked out and harsh. He walked upstairs to the bedrooms, paused outside Noah’s room.

“Noah?” He kept his voice low. “It’s Jax. I’m here.”

He heard movement, then the closet door swung open. Noah’s red head stuck out. “Jax, Jax, Jax!”

“It’s me.” He walked into the room, no more than a foot. “Are you OK?”

“OK.”

“Listen to me now, alright? We need to take Sarah to the hospital.”

“Sarah’s hurt.”

“Yes. She is.”

“Bad.” Noah got to his feet and Jax saw that he was in his pyjamas. “There’s blood.”

“Yes.” Jax’s voice caught in his throat. “She’s hurt bad, and there’s blood.”

“Dave.”

“I know.”

The two men stared at each other across the room.

“So, you need to come with me,” Jax said. “To the hospital.”

“I know.”

“That means you need to get dressed, and pack up your backpack, right?”

“Right.”

“So, I want you to find all your stuff for your backpack… your puzzles, and pencils, and baseball cards. What else?”

“Juice. In a juicebox, not a bottle.”

“OK, yeah. Today’s Friday… what juice do you drink today?”

“Grape.”

“OK, good. I’ll get your grape juicebox and bring it here. I want you to stay in this room until I come and get you. You understand me, man?”

“Yes.”

“Get dressed, and pack as quick as you can, Noah. We’ve got to go fast.”

“Sarah’s hurt really bad.”

“Yes.” Jax felt real fear moving in his chest now, dark and choking. “Yes, she is.”