Page 114 of Lawless
“I’ll be right back, I promise.”
Kissing the tip of her nose, I rush out of the room.
Proving that she’s more than she appears, Aubrey has hold of Mav’s legs as Reid attempts to heave the rest of him out of the car.
“Heavy motherfucker.” He grunts.
“This is going to hurt like a bitch when he wakes up,” I say, my eyes tracking every open wound across his back.
Reid stops moving, his own eyes landing on what his father has done, and I look up just in time to see his jaw ticking with anger.
“It’s okay for you to admit that you’re friends now.”
Reid scoffs.
“We’re all on the same team.”
“And you all want the same girl,” Aubrey pipes up, assessing the situation correctly.
“Are you still here?” Reid barks as he jumps back into action.
We manage to get Mav out of the car, and thankfully, he remains unconscious. I can’t even imagine how much it would hurt otherwise.
“The master bedroom is right at the top of the stairs. Bed is massive so you won’t have any issues.”
Choosing to assume she means for treating Mav’s wounds, I keep my mouth shut and keep moving.
As much as I might have missed Alana, and maybe even the asshole in my arms, I’m not sure we’re going to be having any fun anytime soon.
When we hit the top of the stairs, we pass a couch that sits overlooking a set of double-height windows that look out over the forest beyond. It’s so close to my fantasy in the car it sends a chill down my spine. We might not be in the mountains, but I’m happy to take whatever I can get right now.
Aubrey rushes ahead and opens the door. The room is fucking massive, but I pay it all little mind as we make a beeline for the bed and as gently as we can, lie Mav on his front.
“That’s nasty,” Aubrey observes.
Lifting my hand, I rub the back of my neck as I study Mav’s back.
“When is your medic getting here?” Reid asks.
“Any minute,” she confirms after checking her watch.
“I’m going to bring Alana up here. She’ll want to be with him,” Reid muses
He catches my eyes before he marches past me and shakes his head, stopping me from commenting. Not that I would. He’s right. She’s going to want to be where he is.
The thought hurts, but not as much as it could.
What they’ve just been through… fuck. I can’t even begin to understand what it might have been like or what either of them need in the hope of moving past it.
“Sit down,” he says, jerking his chin toward the couch. His eyes hold a warning that I can’t ignore and I stumble back, falling into the soft velour cushions.
It’s light pink. Not exactly the kind of thing I’m used to living in Reid’s dark manor of horror. Something tells me that Alana will like it though. I might have only seen a snapshot of their house, but it was comfortable, soft, a home.
My skin prickles with attention, letting me know exactly what—or who—Aubrey’s eyes are on.
“What’s the deal with the bandage then?”
I look up, narrowing my eyes at her.