The Scotch Queen (Scotch #2)

She stood in front of the double doors with her hands on her hips, her arms covered with blood. She slowly turned around and looked at me, her eyes acting as two guns. If she could shoot me and get away with it, she would.


And I knew I deserved it.



Ariel and I stayed away from each other.

One by one, Crewe’s men arrived at the hospital. Dunbar was one of them, and fortunately, he hadn’t been injured. But from his report to Ariel, they’d lost a few men in the attack.

I felt worse.

Dunbar stared at me coldly from Ariel’s side, his glare just as terrifying as hers.

The longer I stayed, the more I put myself in danger. Crewe’s team wouldn’t hesitate to kill me after what I did. I betrayed him and everyone else. They didn’t understand that I never wanted Joseph to storm the castle like that. They didn’t understand that I specifically told Joseph not to hurt anyone, especially Crewe.

Hours passed, and we didn’t hear anything. The nurse said he’d been rushed to emergency surgery, complications from the bullet lodged in his chest. He probably had internal bleeding along with a few broken ribs.

I hoped he would be okay.

I hoped he would make it through.

I cried on and off as I waited in the emergency room, my arms tight across my chest. If he didn’t make it, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. I did what was necessary to be free again, but now that he wasn’t with me, I didn’t feel free at all.

I was trapped all over again.

Hours turned into days. I didn’t sleep because I couldn’t leave, not when I didn’t know if he was going to be okay. More of Crewe’s men arrived at the hospital, but that didn’t scare me off. They lost some of their comrades because of me, so of course, they wanted me dead. Even when the threat grew bigger and bigger, I still didn’t leave. I didn’t sleep either.

Finally, a doctor came out and walked up to Ariel.

I rushed to her side, not caring if she slapped me or pushed me away. I needed an update on Crewe, to know he was still breathing.

Ariel gave me a fiery look but didn’t tell me to leave.

“We got the bullet out and patched up the severed artery,” the doctor explained. “We gave him a transfusion because he lost a lot of blood. There weren’t any other complications, so he’s going to pull through. We’re going to keep him for a few more days to monitor his progress, but I think he’ll be okay. As long as there’s no infection, he should be alright.”

I covered my face as I felt a new wave of hot tears emerge. They dripped down my face and coated my lips. I knew everyone was staring at me, but I didn’t care. Relief washed over me in waves. “Thank god…”

“Thank you, Dr. Mitchel,” Ariel said as she dismissed him.

He walked away, leaving us alone together.

I pulled my hands down and looked at her, unashamed of how ugly I looked at that moment. Now that Crewe was okay, she was probably going to threaten me. The second I left that hospital, I was dead meat.

“You have no right to be here.” She had a tiny drop of blood on her cheek, probably Crewe’s that she hadn’t noticed yet. “You got what you wanted, so now you need to leave.”

I wanted to see him, but I didn’t know what I would say. Everything was different now. He knew I played him, and even if I told him I cared about him, it wouldn’t make a difference. The relationship I enjoyed was gone. He didn’t trust me anymore—not that he should. There was nothing keeping me there. While I wished things had worked out differently, my desire was the same. I wanted to be a free woman, and now I was. “I didn’t mean for it to happen this way. I told Joseph to back off. I wanted to talk to Crewe myself—”

“I really don’t give a shit,” she said coldly. “I knew what you were doing long ago. I warned Crewe, but he didn’t listen to me. Now some of our men are dead, and Crewe nearly died too. You outsmarted the most intelligent man I know, so congratulations. But you no longer have a purpose here. Enjoy your freedom.”

My feet remained glued to the tile. I could hear the quiet conversations around me, people concerned about their loved ones while sitting in the emergency room. I heard some of Crewe’s men speak on the phone, instructing other men what to do while their leader was incapacitated. “I know you’re going to kill me, so I don’t have any freedom.”

Her eyes narrowed like I’d said something new to offend her. “You wanna know what I whispered to Crewe?”

Actually, I did. I nodded, surprised she would share that information with me.

“I told him I was going to kill you if he didn’t get to his feet. I threatened to cause you as much pain as possible if he didn’t do everything he possibly could to get to the hospital. That’s why he got up, London. That’s why he’s alive right now—to protect you.”





19





London

Joseph picked me up at the hospital. There was a silent declaration of a truce between Crewe’s men and him since he was only removing me from the situation with no intention of causing any further damage.

I wouldn’t have called him—but I had no one else.

He drove me to a hotel near the airport so I could get some sleep. I hadn’t closed my eyes in forty-eight hours, and now that I knew Crewe was okay, I could finally rest my head against a pillow.

Joseph left because he had to take care of my paperwork to make sure I could catch a flight when I woke up. So far, we had said very little to each other. He was pissed at me, and I was just as pissed at him.

But we were still family.

When I woke up the next day, Joseph gave me all my paperwork, along with something else. “I’ve set up an account in your name in the US. It has more than enough to cover any expenses that you have.” He handed me the card as well as the account information.

“Joseph, you don’t need to give me any money.”

“It’s gonna take you some time to put your life back together. Trust me, you’ll need it.”

Knowing Joseph, it was probably a fortune. “I’ll pay you back.”

“You don’t need to pay me back,” he said quickly. “Do you want me to fly out with you? I can help you get settled back in New York.”

There was nothing I wanted more. I would love to have him for support as I moved back home and put my life back together. But I knew he had more important things to do here. “I’ll be fine.”

“You’re sure?” he pressed.

“Yeah.”

“What are you going to do?”

I hadn’t thought about how I was going to spend my freedom. All I’d been thinking about was Crewe’s well-being. “I don’t know…probably go back to school. If I have to wait until next year, I’ll probably take the physician assistant test and get my license.”

He nodded like he understood, even if he didn’t. “Not a bad idea.”

“No.”

He slid his hands into his pockets as he stared at me. “Well, I got you a flight that leaves in a few hours. I should probably drop you off.”

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