Saint (A Dark Mafia Romance)(137)
Javier shakes his head slowly before he turns to me. “Your boyfriend’s a funny man, you know.” He whirls and slugs Logan in the gut with his fist, and I can feel the sharp jolt of anger pounding inside of me.
“Don’t watch, Quinn.” Logan’s looking right at me, his mouth bleeding as he shakes his head. “Look away, just-”
Bam. Javier’s fist crashes into his gut again, doubling him up as much as the ropes tying him will allow. I cry out, wincing and turning my head as if hit myself. And it’s then that I notice my bag sitting on the ground next to my chair, my medical supply bag from the plane.
“How about now, Papi? How’s my fuckin tutoring going with that little problem you’re having with the lesson?” Javier back-hands Logan sharply across the face, and suddenly, it’s like something is snapping inside of me. It’s a slow burn, and at first I just think it’s the fear and helplessness of the situation tightening inside of me. But slowly, the burn grows hotter and hotter, and suddenly I realize that the emotion clawing up from somewhere deep inside of me is rage.
And there’s another emotion I’m suddenly realizing as I flinch again at the sound of Javier hitting Logan. Because it’s right then in that dingy room that I recognize the emotion totally consuming every fiber of my being for the man bound, beaten, and yet not broken in the chair across from me.
And I recognize it as love.
The burn flares inside of me, and I’m suddenly filled with purpose. Fiery, blazing hot and steely purpose.
Javier’s fist connects once more with Logan before he whistled and steps away, shaking his fist. “Goddamn, Irish! We shoulda done this years ago!” He turns and steps towards me, moving closer and closer as he brings a handkerchief out of his pocket and starts to wipe the blood off his knuckles. Blood from the man I love.
The man I love.
“You know, chica, a lot of Papas bring toys home to their little girls from business trips.” He puts his hands on the arms of my chair and leans right down close to my face. “Too bad your daddy brought you back such a broken one.”
And that’s when I snap.
In the medical field, you always hear stories of people taking on almost super-human abilities in crisis situations, like mothers lifting entire cars off their kids after an accident or something. I’d never believed those stories, but that was before that exact moment. Because in that moment, I move faster than I could have ever imagined.
Or Javier, for that matter.
It’s like the whole world except me goes into slow motion as my hand jabs down into my medical bag to the side of my chair. My fingers push through gauze and wrappers and and bandages until they touch cold steel and lock around it. And before my brain can really process what I’m doing, I’m yanking my hand back out of the bag and sinking the surgical blade deep into the side of Javier’s neck.
And that’s when all hell breaks loose.
Javier screams as he clutches at his neck and falls back onto the floor, blood gushing out from his fingers. Both of his goons look frozen to the spot, and just start to scream at him while Logan starts yelling my name.
I’m froze for half a second, drowning in the surging chaos of the moment around me before I stand from my chair.
“STOP!” The room goes silent at my scream. The two goons whirl on me with guns drawn, and Logan strains at his ropes. But for some reason, I’ve never been more focused in my life.
“I’m a doctor,” I say evenly, leveling my gaze at the two men with guns. “And I’ve just cut his artery.” I glance down to Javier, choking and sputtering and holding his neck on the floor. “He has one minute until he goes under. Two before he bleeds out entirely.”
One of the two guards cocks his pistol and my eyes dart to his. “And I’m pretty fucking sure I’m the only one here who knows how to fix that!”
The room goes still like a frozen scene from a movie.
“Untie him, now.” I say, my eyes blazing fire at the two goons. They quickly turn to each other and shrug and I feel my fists clench tight. “Now, motherfuckers!”
One turns and gives me a quick nod before he goes over and and starts to cut away the ropes holding Logan, who looks up at me with this wild grin on his face.
“I like this side of you, Doc.” He mumbles out, grimacing as he tries to grin.
“I’m working on it.” I toss him the cell-phone from my bag. “Now figure out how to call the cops while I save this piece of shit’s life.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
I don’t remember making the phone call at all, but I’m on the floor and barely conscious when they come for us. I’m aware of the flashing lights, the cops with guns drawn, and Javier’s two guys being shoved against a wall and cuffed. Medical personal swarm over Javier, who looks pale lying in a puddle of blood on the floor. But then they’re hooking him up to a respirator and loading him up onto a stretcher, and they’re not covering him with a sheet, so it looks like Quinn actually managed to stop the piece of shit from bleeding out.