put him more on edge.
“Hurry!” Winthrop yelled finally, both frantic and frightened at the site of so much blood soaking the shirt that he had placed around Devil’s hand.
That’s all it took for Judd to floor it at ninety miles per hour to the nearest hospital.
What is a strange day, Judd thought with a rueful smile. Strange in deed.
…
Groggy and still half asleep Devil cracked open a sleep crusted eye and looked around her. She groaned with remembered pain at seeing herself in a white hospital room. Past memories of the agony she went through in rooms such as this assaulted her and she closed her eyes. The needles, the stitches, the blood and worse of all the pain that that came again and again and-
“Devil? Are you awake, in pain?”
The softly whispered voice pulled her back out of the memories and she opened her eyes again. She blinked blurrily at the man staring at her and realized it was Grange.
He had once worked for her adoptive father Royal Crown as a hit man, before that he had been secret Military Black OPS.
Devil shook her head and slipped back off to sleep.
…
Winthrop wanted answers and he knew just who he was going to get them from. He cornered Judd in the room next to Devil’s so she could sleep.
“How do you know her?”
Judd thought for a moment on that then smiled a little at his boss. “She once sang a song for me. Well,” he said with a grimace, “she stopped me from committing suicide when she was a little kid.”
Winthrop felt a little lightheaded. “Go on.”
Judd smiled then. “She was kidnapped after her parents died and she ran away. Her dad was a high roller and a drunk, with a bad mind. Her dad owed my old boss Royal a lot of money and they didn’t know he was dead and gone three weeks before they took the girl. She was locked up in the dark for three days in a basement and fought her way out. After that she was taken to the boss. He liked her spunk and adopted her when she was twelve. I met her a year after that when I came back from my last mission in the war. I did somethings and I landed up in the hands of Royal and in his basements with a job offer. She has seen a side few people ever will. He’s a ruthless man, but he is truly like a real father to her. He loved her very much and would have killed any man who touched her.”
Winthrop felt as if Judd had run his over with his truck. Just when he started to think that he had the girl figured out he finds out that he knows nothing!
“You mean she was the daughter of a drug lord or something,” Winthrop asked numbly.
Judd place a hand on his shoulder giving him a look of sympathy. “For a man who used to be a mercenary you aren’t taking this well and the next part isn’t going to be any easier, but you should know. She isn’t the daughter of a mere drug lord. Her father is Royal Crown, leader and Grand Don, of the Russian and Italian Mafia.”
Chapter Twelve
The ride back to the ranch later that night could be described in one word according to Devil.
Hellish.
Her pain meds had worn off and the ones she had just taken hadn’t kicked in yet. Her hand was throbbing with a vengeance of fury fit for a roaring tornado. Pulses of stinging pain shot through her fingers and she winced. She was groggy and grumpy and utterly drugged out of her mind with her sleeping pills from the hospital. They had to put her out for the stitches.
The silence in the cab of the truck was bugging her as it grew awkward. She turned to look up into the pale face of Mr. Canter and reached her free hand up to poke his cheek.
“I know you don’t like women and all, but no need to turn glum just because you’re holding me in your lap. I could have sat by myself ya know. I already said I was sorry,” Devil grumbled at him crossly.
He didn’t say a single thing but he took her
“Hurry!” Winthrop yelled finally, both frantic and frightened at the site of so much blood soaking the shirt that he had placed around Devil’s hand.
That’s all it took for Judd to floor it at ninety miles per hour to the nearest hospital.
What is a strange day, Judd thought with a rueful smile. Strange in deed.
…
Groggy and still half asleep Devil cracked open a sleep crusted eye and looked around her. She groaned with remembered pain at seeing herself in a white hospital room. Past memories of the agony she went through in rooms such as this assaulted her and she closed her eyes. The needles, the stitches, the blood and worse of all the pain that that came again and again and-
“Devil? Are you awake, in pain?”
The softly whispered voice pulled her back out of the memories and she opened her eyes again. She blinked blurrily at the man staring at her and realized it was Grange.
He had once worked for her adoptive father Royal Crown as a hit man, before that he had been secret Military Black OPS.
Devil shook her head and slipped back off to sleep.
…
Winthrop wanted answers and he knew just who he was going to get them from. He cornered Judd in the room next to Devil’s so she could sleep.
“How do you know her?”
Judd thought for a moment on that then smiled a little at his boss. “She once sang a song for me. Well,” he said with a grimace, “she stopped me from committing suicide when she was a little kid.”
Winthrop felt a little lightheaded. “Go on.”
Judd smiled then. “She was kidnapped after her parents died and she ran away. Her dad was a high roller and a drunk, with a bad mind. Her dad owed my old boss Royal a lot of money and they didn’t know he was dead and gone three weeks before they took the girl. She was locked up in the dark for three days in a basement and fought her way out. After that she was taken to the boss. He liked her spunk and adopted her when she was twelve. I met her a year after that when I came back from my last mission in the war. I did somethings and I landed up in the hands of Royal and in his basements with a job offer. She has seen a side few people ever will. He’s a ruthless man, but he is truly like a real father to her. He loved her very much and would have killed any man who touched her.”
Winthrop felt as if Judd had run his over with his truck. Just when he started to think that he had the girl figured out he finds out that he knows nothing!
“You mean she was the daughter of a drug lord or something,” Winthrop asked numbly.
Judd place a hand on his shoulder giving him a look of sympathy. “For a man who used to be a mercenary you aren’t taking this well and the next part isn’t going to be any easier, but you should know. She isn’t the daughter of a mere drug lord. Her father is Royal Crown, leader and Grand Don, of the Russian and Italian Mafia.”
Chapter Twelve
The ride back to the ranch later that night could be described in one word according to Devil.
Hellish.
Her pain meds had worn off and the ones she had just taken hadn’t kicked in yet. Her hand was throbbing with a vengeance of fury fit for a roaring tornado. Pulses of stinging pain shot through her fingers and she winced. She was groggy and grumpy and utterly drugged out of her mind with her sleeping pills from the hospital. They had to put her out for the stitches.
The silence in the cab of the truck was bugging her as it grew awkward. She turned to look up into the pale face of Mr. Canter and reached her free hand up to poke his cheek.
“I know you don’t like women and all, but no need to turn glum just because you’re holding me in your lap. I could have sat by myself ya know. I already said I was sorry,” Devil grumbled at him crossly.
He didn’t say a single thing but he took her
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