Chapter Twenty-Four
Ashes stared down at the woman they’d come to find, in the hope she was still alive.
They hadn’t been wrong. She was alive, if only just. Now they had to figure out how to get her out of here and to the hospital, without landing his ass or Sparrow or Goliath, who were both on this mission with him, in jail.
The woman they’d been sent after was curled in a corner, her clothes little more than rags.
Her hair was so dirty and matted he couldn’t tell what color it was supposed to be.
“Sparrow, come take a look,” he called through the trap door he’d just come through.
From the room above it had looked like those doors in the floor that lift up and lead down to a cellar or basement.
But this was not a basement. Ashes found himself standing in what was little more than a crawlspace, his head brushed the joists supporting the floor, there wasn’t even sheeting or Sheetrock to pretend the room had a ceiling.
The walls looked like cinderblock, but from the almost haphazard way they were stacked, Ashes suspected the cell, because that was the only name he could come up with for it, was a DIY job.
The girl was filthy, covered in so much dirt he couldn’t tell what was dirt and what were bruises.
Ashes crouched down until he sat on his heels, trying to seem more approachable, maybe a little less scary.
He wasn’t as tall as some of his brothers but he was muscled and he suspected that would scare her.
“Are you Brittney? My name is Ashes. I’m going to get you out of here.”
She watched him, suspicion clear in her face. She didn’t answer or do anything but curl tighter into the corner and keep her eyes on him.
“I won’t hurt you. I promise.” He moved a couple of inches closer. He moved slowly, talking and keeping his voice calm yet upbeat as he did. The last thing he needed to do was to scare her even more.
“If you’re not Brittney, can you tell me your name? Can I see how badly you’re hurt? Do we need to take you to the hospital?”
“No. No hospital.” The words were so soft, he wasn’t sure she’d said them at first.
“No hospital? Is there a reason you don’t want to go to the hospital?”
“Can you move out of the way so I can have a little room to get down?” Sparrow’s voice came from the opening above him. Ashes took a step forward, moving faster than he wanted but needing to get out of his brother’s way.
“No hospital,” she repeated her voice a little stronger.
“All right. We’ll do our best to stay away from the hospital.
But I need to get that cuff off you.” He motioned to where it looked like a pair of handcuffs with a longer-than-usual chain between them was clamped around one wrist, the other end closed around a bolt in the wall.
“You want me to take that cuff off you?”
She stared at him for a moment, then slowly nodded. He dug his keys from his pocket and stepped close enough to unlock the cuff. From this close he could see her shaking. Her entire body quaked and he wondered for a moment if it was fear or from the cold? When he had her free, he took a step back.
“Will you let Sparrow take a look at you? He’s not here to hurt you. I just want to make sure you’re well enough to travel, and get anything urgent taken care of.”
Her wide eyes went from him to Sparrow and back again. As if she was terrified of letting the other man close enough for any kind of exam.
“You won’t leave me?”
“I’ll stay as long as you need me.” After a second, she nodded.
“I’ll let him look at me.” Her eyes never left Ashes’.
Maybe he’d just committed to more than he was ready for. He looked down at her again and didn’t care. If this woman who was clearly terrified felt better when he was around, then he’d be around for her. At least until she got tired of him, and everyone eventually got tired of him.
The End