Page 125 of Accepting Fate

Relief and anger flood me. "Put his ass in The Playhouse. Tell Wes he has free reign to do whatever the fuck he wants but don’t kill him and keep him conscious. I want to give Logan the opportunity to say her peace and get the answers she wants, then I’m going to fucking skin him alive.”

Landon fingers fly across his phone and under his breath, I hear him mutter, "She deserves to deliver the final shot.”

I agree but if she doesn’t want to, I will. I will make sure that fucker feels every ounce of pain he ever inflicted on my girl and more.

Mom backs up and I scrub my hands down my face.

"She's a strong girl. She will get through this. That girl, she has a fire behind those piercing green eyes. You will both make it out of this stronger than before and then you can spend the rest of your lives together. And Landon?” she says, turning to look over her shoulder to look at him.

"Mhmm?” Landon says not looking up from his phone. I know she hates it when he doesn’t pay attention to her, but he’s probably texting with his friend at Seattle PD. They showed up earlier and as soon as they saw me, they walked out to call Landon. This will not be a handover to the police situation. This fucker will be at the mercy of my Angel.

"Tell Wes to make that asshole pay for hurting our girl.”

We all stare at Mom, shocked. She usually stays out of the torture and killing part of our missions but I guess now that it involves Logan, she wants revenge like we all do.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I immediately take it out, seeing a text from Harper.

Harper: Room 318. Your name is the only one on the list. I talked to the nurses and they said if you’re quiet you can stay the night. She can’t have other visitors until she wakes up.

I stand up quickly. Mom follows and looks at me, waiting for an update.

"They moved her to the ICU," I tell her. "She can’t have visitors until she wakes up.”

"Okay, sweetie," Mom nods. "What do you need us to do?”

I look at the puppy. "Can you take her to your place? I have dog food in my garage. She hasn’t met Oliver yet, so can you feed him and keep her at your place?”

Nodding and pulling me into a hug, she sighs. "Of course, sweetheart. We will handle the fur babies. You go take care of our girl and don’t worry about anything. Oh! Does she have a name?”

She doesn’t. Logan is supposed to be doing that right now.

Mom understands my silence. "No worries. Now go.”

I look to Dad, who is holding the pup. He gives me a curt nod and motions for me to go.

I run inside and go straight to the elevator. As I walk onto the ICU floor and wait for them to buzz me in, my phone vibrates.

Landon: Got him.

Thank fucking god.

A nurse brings me down the quiet halls. The disinfectant smell makes me want to fucking puke. This is a place where sick people go. My girl shouldn’t fucking be here.

We walk into a dimly lit room, and I see her. I force myself to walk to the edge of her bed. The nurse squeezes my shoulder and walks out.

Logan is laying there, as still as can be. It isn’t like the movies where there are tubes and shit sticking out of her. She’s just there, all alone in the bed.

I allow myself to really look at her for the first time. Her lower body is covered in a blanket, but her top half is covered in a blue hospital gown. Her arms are covered in small white bandages. A large bruise is forming on her bicep and small red cuts run along her swollen knuckles on one hand.

My eyes scan up her body and I see red when I spot a large handprint bruise on her neck. I have to look away, so I don’t run out of this place and go kill him.

I calm myself the best I can and look back at her. Her eyes are closed. A cut is bandaged on her face and her under eyes are a dark purple.

I move to sit in the chair next to her bed and thread her fingers into mine. Bringing her hand to my lips, I press a soft kiss to it.

Tears burn my eyes. I try to fight them, but I can’t.

I haven’t cried since Eliza died.