Sex Retreat(81)

“Hang on there, my fighting lioness,” Brock said, grabbing her hand and trying to settle her down.

Mitch hooked his arm over her head and leaned in where she could see him. Her eyes were nearly swollen shut but what he could see of her pupils showed haunting disturbance. “Baby, we’re here. I want you to calm down for me, okay?”

“Shit,” Kane grumbled from the corner. “I can’t stand this.”

He marched out of the room and a few minutes later, a nurse entered the room. “Her father said something is upsetting her.” She glowered over them. “Since both of you seem to have a vested interest in her, I think it would be best if she doesn’t have company right now.”

“I’m her husband,” Brock said.

“I’m also her husband,” Rory said, rising from a bench located under the elevated television.

“And I’m Mrs. Santa Claus bearing great gifts for all the good little boys and girls.” She pointed to the door. “Out.”

Mitch glanced at her nametag. “Marie, I’m Mitch Colony.” He stuck his hand out. “We own Cow Camp over in Abingdon. I’m sure you’ve heard of it. We used to bring our campers here back in the day.”

“Back in the day?” she asked, her voice pitched an octave higher. She ignored his hand. “Was that before or after you went to prison for killing a man, Mr. Colony?”

Mitch flinched. He dropped his arm and said, “I see some things never change. Give a woman a wee bit of power in a place like this and she rules the fucking world.”

“Mitch,” Rory snapped, easing beside the bed and kissing Trixie’s forehead. “We’ll be right outside.”

“Yes, dear. They’ll be outside until my shift ends—eight hours from now.” She grabbed Trixie’s chart and slapped it against her hip.

Brock didn’t move. He splayed his legs and crossed his arms. “I’m not going any damn where. I’m her husband.”

“Suit yourself. I’ll talk to security.” Marie swayed her hefty hips as she walked to the door. “I know who you boys are. You had quite the reputation back in the day. I don’t care where or when you married this girl. I don’t care how many women you’ve corrupted or how many men you’ve killed or tried to kill…” Her gaze settled on Brock. “You will leave this hospital room or security will remove you.”

She marched out and a few minutes later, a code was issued throughout the hospital. Brock stood. “I’ll handle this.”

Mitch shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Trixie tossed and turned, dozing in and out. She didn’t try to remove her IV again but she muttered their names a few times. Each time Mitch’s name slipped from her lips, a few choice words followed—dick, pussy, cock, and other select words randomly fell from her lips. Typically, she only used those words during fits of passion.

Mitch felt his mouth turn up in a smile.

“What are you grinning about?” Rory asked.

“She’s all grown up,” Mitch replied.

Rory frowned. “Let me guess. The stunt she pulled earlier led you to believe that she’s matured nicely while you’ve been away?”

“Leaving Cow Camp was a stunt. I’ll give you that, but let’s rewind the clock and revisit the time when Stephen kidnapped her. It was everyone else’s fault. She was also the victim. She didn’t fight back. She waited—because she knew we’d come for her—for someone else to find her and save her.

“I’m proud of her. She didn’t wait for somebody else. She used her head.”

“She could’ve gotten herself killed, Mitch,” Rory said. “She provoked a madman.”

“He’s right,” Ansley said, entering the room. “While I was down at the station, I overheard a few cops talking about what happened. Apparently, Cash Whitehead has raped countless women. The more brutal rapes were endured by the women who fought back.”

“And Trixie provoked him,” Rory said. “She’s lucky to be alive.”

Mitch studied her swollen face, the cuts and bruises fully formed and embedded in her pretty skin. She was a fighter, and regardless of her reasons for picking on the bully and calling him out as a wimp, she was also a survivor.



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Kane was on the phone, but Brock didn’t give a damn. He stalked over to him, took the phone from his hand, and slapped the device closed. “Call off your dogs.”

“What are you talking about?” Kane asked. “And hand over my damn phone.”

“You really want to have me removed from Trixie’s room?”