Dangerous Love(62)
A middle aged doc strolled into the room, along with a plethora of other staff. “All right, Mr. Forester, we’re going to get you up to surgery now.”
“No!” he roared like a lion about to attack everyone in the room. It was a sound he’d never heard come from his own lips. “Mackenzie!”
“Mr. Forester−” the doctor attempted to reason with him, but before he got out another word a ruckus came from outside the room. Security ran from all directions. Loud voices drifted their direction.
And then she was there. In the doorway. His woman. His everything. She rushed to his side and grabbed his hand, threw herself on top of him and openly sobbed. “Derk.”
“Mac,” he breathed, his entire body relaxing. As soon as the tension released, the pain tore through his body, from head to toe. He moaned. “You okay, baby?”
“Yes.” She stood upright and scanned him, catching the blood that seeped through the bandages and gauze.
“Mrs. Forester, we need to get him into surgery.”
“Will he be all right?” His girl didn’t attempt to correct the man.
“The wound is shallow, but we need to surgically repair it.”
“Please come back to me,” she whispered.
“Mac, get me out of these things so I can hold you.”
“He can’t be taken out of the restraints,” a nurse protested.
His awesome woman ignored the staff and made quick work of untying him. As soon as one arm was freed, he wrapped her up and held her close. If he hadn’t woken in middle of the night, the outcome would have been far different for both of them. If his sixth sense hadn’t kicked in to warn him something was off, they’d both be dead, though who knew what they’d have done to Mac before they killed her. Derk closed his eyes, stamping down those thoughts, unwilling to go there. He took in her sweet scent, the vibrant smell committed to memory. He’d spend the rest of his days looking out for his girl. He’d spend the rest of his life loving her and giving her anything her heart desired. He’d spend forever making certain her happiness ruled above everything else. Mackenzie managed to unman him. Fuck him, he was perfectly fine with it.