“Oh God, Dalton!” She jumped up into his arms and he held her against him, rubbing her back as she sobbed.
She could hear sirens, lots of voices, and Wyatt’s voice. “He’s dead, the piece of shit.”
She lifted her head off of Dalton’s shoulder to look back to where Wyatt was and to see for herself that Frank was dead.
“Don’t, baby,” Dalton whispered with his hand against her cheek.
“Millie, my God, are you okay?” Jeremy asked as he knelt down on the ground next to her. He brushed the hair from her cheeks and she nodded.
“You’re bleeding, baby. You need medical attention,” Anthony stated as he joined them.
They were all concerned.
Marco now stood above them. He was out of breath and looked madder than hell.
“Holy shit, Millie. He could have killed you,” Marco stated as Dalton stood up and helped Millie to stand. They looked her over. Her body throbbed, but mostly her arms stung and her legs were shaking.
“Is he dead?” she asked, still in a fog from the events that took place.
“Don’t look, Mill,” Marco whispered to her as he cupped her cheek while Anthony pulled her shirt closed so no one could see her breasts. She was so numb with fear she didn’t even care. One of them zipped up her jeans.
She saw Wyatt standing over Frank’s body. To the right, she saw other men in suits. They were looking over at another body.
“Jessie?” Millie gasped then covered her mouth.
“She’s dead, Millie.”
“Oh God.”
“She helped him find you and get to you. I wouldn’t think twice about her, either,” Anthony stated firmly.
“Millie, let’s get you to the hospital, honey,” Wyatt said.
“Is he dead, Wyatt? Is he really dead?” she asked, and he nodded his head. “You did real good, Millie. You fought hard to survive and he won’t be able to hurt another human being ever again.”
Dalton lifted her up and carried her out of the fields and to the awaiting ambulance.
Chapter 19
Millie was lying on the bed, sleeping. Her bandaged arm lay across her belly. She moaned a lot in her sleep and Marco, Dalton, Anthony, Jeremy, and Hank took turns lying around her, keeping her from rolling onto her arm. Right now Hank and Dalton lay with her while Anthony, Jeremy, and Marco cooked breakfast.
Dalton stared at the bandage on her thigh. She didn’t need any stitches there, so she shouldn’t have a scar. Her arm was a different story. Over three hundred stitches and a lot of healing to do, but she was alive. Her ribs were bruised, her belly scraped up from her struggle. Dalton took a deep breath then leaned down to kiss her skin.
“It will all heal, Dalton. She’s tough and she survived,” Hank whispered then pulled the sheets up higher so her breasts were covered. Millie moved and the sheets fell down. Hank re-covered her again. This went on a few more times until Dalton chuckled. “I think our little angel is awake.”
Millie smiled then opened her eyes.
“How can I sleep when you two are staring at me and kissing my belly?”
Hank ran the palm of his hand down under the sheets to her belly. The sheet went down with his hand and revealed her beautiful breasts.
Both Hank and Dalton leaned forward and licked a nipple.
“Oh, now, you are so going to have to give me more than that,” she stated, and they continued to feast on her breasts. Both men lifted their heads and blew warm breath against her nipples.
“Please touch me,” she begged.
“Doctor Jones said to take it easy. We don’t want to open up those stitches or make you feel any pain from the bruising on your body,” Dalton reprimanded then cupped her breast.