"Oh, no," I sniped. "Probably just some cracked ribs from the looks of that. "
"I don't think they're cracked," she said in a defensive voice. "They weren't even bothering me until a few minutes ago. "
"That's because the adrenaline hasn't completely worn off yet. Believe me, even if they're not cracked, they're still going to be plenty sore soon enough. Now, come over here, and sit down. "
Bria grumbled, but she let me guide her over to a blue recliner in the corner and sank down onto it. She winced again. If that simple motion hurt, it wouldn't be long before her bruised body stiffened up more, and she wouldn't be able to do anything without feeling the pain of the fight.
"You're staying here," I said. "You're in no condition to fight, especially not against someone like Grimes. "
Bria's face scrunched up with mulish determination, and she opened her mouth to argue, but I cut her off.
"Please?" I asked in a soft voice. "Sophia's already gone, and I almost lost Jo-Jo. I don't want to lose you too. "
Her lips flattened out into a thin line, but she reluctantly nodded. That alone told me how much she was already hurting. "All right, all right," she said. "What do you want me to do?"
"call Finn, and tell him what happened, then stay here and watch over Jo-Jo. I don't think that Grimes will come after her again, but I don't know that he won't either. "
Bria nodded, and she squeezed my hand. "Just promise me that you'll be careful. "
I squeezed back. "I promise. "
"I'll stay too," Roslyn volunteered. "And I'll call Xavier and let him know what's going on. "
"Thank you. And I need one more favor from you. "
"Name it. "
I looked at Roslyn. "can I borrow your car?"
She reached into her shorts pocket, pulled out her keys, and tossed them over to me. "Only if you promise to ram it over the bastard who took Sophia. "
I grinned. "consider it done. "
I didn't tell Roslyn that running over Harley Grimes with her car was too good, too quick, and far too merciful a death for him. Oh, no. I was going to give Mr. Grimes my personal brand of attention - Spider-style.
The others agreed to stay put, keep an eye on Jo-Jo, and hold down the fort in case Grimes or any of his men showed up at cooper's. It was a long shot that they would, but I hadn't thought armed men would burst into the salon this morning either.
I headed outside, but I wasn't alone. Phillip followed me. He matched me stride for stride as I stepped off the patio and started around the house.
"What do you want, Phillip?"
"I want to go with you. "
I stopped and gave him a flat look. "Not going to happen. Jo-Jo's not out of the woods, cooper's exhausted, and Bria's injured. Someone needs to stay here and help Roslyn with them, and that someone is going to be you. "
"And you need someone to watch your back," Phillip
countered. "Look at you. You're a bloody mess right now.
Hell, you don't even have any shoes on. "
I glanced down, my toes curling into the soft grass.
He was right. I'd been so focused on getting Jo-Jo out of the salon that I hadn't even stopped to grab my sandals on the way out. I shrugged and started walking again.
"What do you think you're going to do?" Phillip continued, moving with me. "Get a couple of knives, go up to Grimes's camp, and take him out?"
"That's exactly what I'm going to do," I said. "Except that I'm not going to be so nice as to merely kill him. No, after I get there, I plan on carving up Harley Grimes like a Thanksgiving turkey and leaving pieces of him all over the mountain for the buzzards to find. If they can stomach the likes of him. "