The wind is knocked out of me, and before I can even think or say anything or move, pain shoots through my head, and everything goes black.
Chapter Fifteen
Lucas
She left. I expected to see her on my flight back the next day. But someone else was there, and it even surprised Keir, which means he didn’t organize the switch.
As soon as we step off the flight, Sergio is there, car ready, and he nods to everyone as they step down the jet’s stairs.
When I reach him, he leans in. “Something has happened.”
I pull back and study him.
Keir comes over and waits for him to talk but has to prompt him, “Sergio.” Keir motions for him to speak, and I nod.
Sergio looks at me before he murmurs, “There’s been an accident.”
“What type?” I ask.
He glances down at the ground.
“Chanel,” is all he says.
In a flash, I turn to look at Keir. His eyes fall to me, and I clench my fists, knowing it was him. “You really couldn’t help yourself.”
He says nothing, then looks back to Sergio. “What accident?”
“Why would you act like you don’t know? You’re the one who would have had it done.”
“Lucas, shut the fuck up. I had nothing to do with it.”
“She went through the windshield of a car belonging to a Dr. Farris Child.”
I’m pushing my way to the car as soon as the words leave Sergio’s mouth.
“Lucas,” Keir shouts as I get in.
Fuck him! So, I don’t even bother to acknowledge that his single word is a warning. Instead, I blurt out, “You can kill me if you want. But you know I won’t be put down easily.” Then I take the car, speeding off, hoping I am heading in the right direction.
Sergio messages me the hospital Chanel’s staying at, and it takes me no time to get to her.
It’s a blur of lights and traffic, and then I’m running until I find Chanel’s exact location in the hospital.
The doctor says, “Family only, you can’t see her.” But just as I’m about to threaten his life and his family’s life, Brody comes down the hall.
“Lucas,” he says.
The doctor looks at Brody, then at me. “You know this man?”
“Yes, he does. I’m his uncle.” Brody’s brows pinch together before he nods his head. “Where is she?”
“She’s stable, and we’re waiting for her to wake,” Brody says as the doctor takes his leave. “Sir, why are you here?”
“I’m here for her, Brody. You should know that.”
“They say she has brain swelling, and we shouldn’t expect much when she wakes. She hit her head pretty hard. For some reason, she wasn’t wearing a seat belt.” He rubs his arms, the same ones that are marked from years of drug abuse.
“Are you using, Brody?” I ask bluntly.