Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
TWO HOURS EARLIER
“Igot him,” Colton says, looking up from his phone.
We’ve been sitting in the hospital room, waiting for Hayley to wake up. The doctor said he was able to stabilize the bleeding, so there shouldn’t be any long-term effects—thankfully, the knife missed anything vital.
“Where?” I’m already standing, ready to go.
“You stay here. I’ll go get him,” Colton says.
“No, he did this to my girlfriend. Not yours. You stay here. Call me the second she wakes up,” I tell him. “Send me the details.”
I walk out the door and force myself to keep going. I want to stay with her, but I need to find the fucking asshole who did this to her. I need to make sure he can never touch her again. And there’s only one way for that to happen.
By the time I get to the car, I’ve got the details on my phone. I tap the address into the GPS. It’s a twenty minute-drive.
Good, I can be there and back before Hayley wakes up. Hopefully.
I pull up two houses down from the fucker who I’ve now learned is Joseph fucking Kenn. A guy Colton and I grew up with. What the fuck he thinks I stole from him, I have no idea. It doesn’t matter, though. The minute he went after Hayley, he sealed his fate.
I open the glove compartment, take out the pistol I keep there, and check that it’s loaded. Then I walk up to the door. I don’t knock. Instead, I kick the fucker down and storm inside—gun raised.
“Drop it,” I tell him when I turn and see Joseph reaching for his own weapon.
He looks at me and then at the gun. I quirk a brow. Really, motherfucker? You think you’re going to be faster than I am.
“You went after the wrong fucking person,” I grunt.
His hand is still hovering above the gun. “Fuck you, August. You took what’s mine,” he spits out.
“Yeah? And what’s that, exactly?”
“You stole my life. You’re living my life. It was supposed to be me. It was my idea. The drugs, the club. You stole my fucking life, asshole,” he says.
“You’re a fucking moron. You want my kingdom?” I swing my free arm out to the side. “Take it.”
The second his hand reaches for the gun, I shift my aim and pull the trigger. A bullet goes right through his wrist, and he screams.
“Did she scream? When you stabbed her, did she fucking scream out in pain?” I ask, taking a step closer to him.
“Fucking bitch was only worried about you,” he hisses out. “She didn’t care what I did to her.”
My hand moves, the barrel of the gun now aimed at his head. “See you in hell, motherfucker.” I pull the trigger, three times, because I want to make sure this asshole is really fucking dead before walking out as quickly as I’d entered.
I look up and down the street. I don’t even care if anyone sees me. No one is going to say shit. Not in this neighborhood.
I’m about five minutes away from the hospital when my phone rings.
“She’s awake and she’s screaming for you, asshole,” Jade’s voice spits out through the phone, and then I hear her. Hayley.
I slam my foot down on the pedal. I need to get back to the hospital now. I didn’t want her to wake up without me being right there.