Chapter 10
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“I said I was sorry, ok! I didn’t sneeze on purpose!” Soren says, looking so frustrated and disappointed in himself.
“It’s OK, don’t worry. I’m sure they’ll be other opportunities.” I say, trying to comfort him.
When they followed Ingrid on her meet-up with the Huntsman, Soren sneezed and alerted them of their presence.
They all scattered out of there and out of sight so fast. None of them could keep up. Especially since they all went in different directions.
“Still, if I hadn’t sneezed, she would be behind bars, and you would be safe! I’m so goddamn useless!” He says, throwing his head in his hands in defeat.
“Soren, look at me. It’s not your fault. It happens. It’s not like you can control when a sneeze comes out. It’s OK.” I say, placing a hand on his arm.
“How can you be so calm? If it weren’t for me, you would be safer!” He says, frustrated.
“I won’t lie, I wish things went better, but despite that, I know you are all going to keep me safe whether Ingrid got caught or not, right?” I ask, looking at them in turn.
After that failed surveillance, we all met up at St-Peter’s Bar and Grill for a little pick-me-up.
Meeting like this here also gave me the chance to apologize to Harry and Dorian. They were also called as backup.
Thankfully, they didn’t hold any of what happened while they were guarding me at the bar against me.
I might want to spend some more time with each of them and get to know them all better.
“Here you go, four beers, one scotch, one whiskey/cola, one vodka sour, and one apple martini,” the waitress says, handing each of us our respective drinks.
“Anything else I can get you?” She asks, holding her tray against her chest, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
She’s giving my men sultry eyes, making my mood as sour as my apple martini.
“Not for the moment, thank you,” Donavan replies, taking a sip of his scotch.
Taking a large gulp of my own drink, I try not to let my jealousy show. But I’m starting to figure out that I can’t hide anything from these incredibly insightful men.
“Are you alright, Snow?” Gregory asks, looking at me with furrowed brows.
“I’m fine” I answer with a clipped smile.
“Ohhhh, the dreaded “I’m fine”, Sheesh!” Harry says, making me roll my eyes.
I notice Greg looking toward the waitress before a smirk appears on his lips when he looks back at me.
“Jealous?” He asks, making me blush as I take another gulp of my martini.
“No, why would I be jealous?” I say, trying to play it off.
“Sure you’re not,” Bash says, teasing me.
They all laugh, making me chuckle and relax a little again. But then I’m hit with a sudden wave of dizziness.
“Snow? Are you alright?” Gregory asks as I place my hand on my throbbing temple.
“I’m… I don’t know. I’m just going to go to the washroom” I say, getting up, but only making it two steps before my vision blurs, making me tumble to the ground.
“SNOW!” I hear multiple voices scream.
“Someone call an ambulance!”
“Place her on her side!”
“I need a cold towel or something!”
“What the hell happened?”
“It’s her! She's trying to get away!”
Scattering footsteps are heard all around me. I try hard to open my eyes, to say something, anything, but the words won’t come out of my mouth.
Gregory’s POV
I still can’t believe Snow consented to be ours! She has been the best thing to ever happen in my life.
I’ve always been a serious person, but when she came walking into my life with her long raven hair, her dazzling smile, and the innocence in her eyes, it made my heart skip a beat.
And I knew there and then that I could never be apart from her.
She has shown me that she’s not one of those entitled little selfish princesses that has everything handed to them.
Yes, she grew up becoming wealthy, but she has kept her caring heart throughout the years. All thanks to her father, according to Princeton.
He was a man of ethics and honor. He taught his daughter well.
It is unfortunate he’s been taken from her so early in life.
The past few months were hell at some moments. It was hell seeing her with those low life, but I had no right to say anything at the time. Now though, I won’t let anyone get too close to her and take her from me. Well, apart from the guys. It’s different with them.
After we didn’t succeed on our mission this morning, Snow suggested we all go out for a drink and a bite to eat. None of us wanted to disappoint her, therefore, we agreed.
The disapproving look she gives the waitress, who is trying hard to flirt, makes me smirk.
I don’t want her to feel threatened, but I would be lying if I didn’t like the way she’s being possessive over me, over us. Every moment spent with her, are the most rewarding.
But an unfortunate turn of events made my whole world crumble.
After the waitress left, Snow got unusually pale after only a few sips of her drink.
“Snow? Are you alright?” I ask, worried. She says she’s fine but crumbles to the floor on her way to the washroom, only feet away from our table.
We all rush to our feet, making sure she’s positioned on her side, in case she’s having a seizure, which I don’t think she’s having. Something not fitting in all of this chaos.
Bash is calling an ambulance.
Harry is getting people away from her to give her room to breathe.
Sloan is getting a wet, cold towel from the kitchen.
Donavan is looking around skeptically.
“It’s her! She's trying to get away!” He screams, getting his gun out and rushing after someone.
Not waiting for a second, I take out mine and follow his lead. It takes me about all of two seconds to recognize who he’s chasing across the parking lot.
Ingrid! That son of a b***h!
Suddenly, she ducks, making us slow our steps for a moment.
With a silent signal, Donovan and I make our move. Going in each our own direction, we manage to corner her as she’s trying to throw an empty bottle into the nearby garbage can.
Carefully, but as fast as we can, we grab her, throwing her onto her stomach, arms on her back.
“Get off of me! Let me go!” She screams, trashing around on the ground, trying to get out of our hold.
Taking out his phone from his pocket, he dials a number quickly and places the phone to his ear, while still helping me hold down Ingrid.
“Officer Spencer? This is Donavan.” He says “Yeah, we got her. Two blocks from St-Peter’s Bar and Grill. You’ve already got the emergency call? Which hospital? Alright. We’ll be waiting.”
“They are taking Snow to St-Anne’s hospital. Officer Spencer should be here in three minutes. They were already on their way to the bar and grill.” He says, placing his phone back into his pocket and placing a firmer hand on Ingrid’s arms, pressing her harder on the pavement.
“You better hope Snow makes it out alive, or you are going to pay dearly,” I vehemently say.
As Donavan says, the officers were here in no time, taking Ingrid into custody. She ran her mouth even after she was told her rights. Good, the more she talks trash, the easier it’s going to be to have her locked up.
She was stupid enough to keep the information she got from the Huntsman earlier today on her phone!
After helping the officers gather some evidence and the empty bottle Ingrid had tried throwing away, which seemed to be crushed OxyContin, we made our way to St-Anne’s Hospital.
I was not ready for what I was about to see.
Walking into the ER, Soren is crouched down, his back against the wall, tears falling down his cheeks.
Harry, his back to the wall, eyes closed.
Dorian, head hanging low.
Bach and Sloan holding onto each other, looking as if the world is ending.
And it might as well be.
“What’s going on?” I ask, afraid to know the answer.
“It’s Snow…” Soren manages to whisper.
“What about Snow? She’s going to be alright, isn’t she?” I say, my heart pounding against my chest.
They stay silent for a few minutes until I lose patience and yell.
“Isn’t she!?”
“W-When they wheeled her in… Her heart had stopped beating… We don’t know if she’s going to make it” Sloan manages to utter.
Unable to fathom a world without her, I fall to my knees.
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