Chapter 0172 Rowan.
I canât explain the fear I felt when I saw the bastard pointing a gun at her head. She was shaking, and tears were falling down her face. I heard as she pleaded with him to spare her, but I knew he wouldnât.
When she closed her eyes. As if accepting her fate. It nearly brought me to my F***ing knees. If it wasnât for the fact that I knew she was tired, I would have spared the man just so I could give him my own personal version of torture.
âShe needs a doctor, Rowanâ she says in a small voice as I kneel down before her.
I had already texted Gabe. The ambulance would be here in minutes. Itâs not that I didnât care for Emma; I did. I just cared for Ava more.
I take her face gently into my hands. Her cheek was swollen, and so was her eye. It had already bruised, and her l*p was split.
My face hardened at the thought of someone laying their hands on her.
âWho hit you? Was it Ronnyâ I ask through clenched teeth.
She winces when I run my hand down her bruised cheek. Fuck! Her pain made my heart constrict. I wanted nothing more than to kill the bastard who hurt her.
âIt doesnât matter... We need to get Emma to a hospitalâ she says as she begins to stand up.
I push her down gently and continue to inspect her. Totally ignoring what she said. Her wrists were bleeding, and her ankles were swollen and bruised.
The more I took in her wounds, the angrier I got. She shouldnât have to go through this. Especially not when she was F***ing pregnant.
âRowan, are you not listening to meâ Her tone is exasperated, and I know if it werenât for the fact that she s tired and hurt, she would have thrown a few choice words at me.
âIâm listening, and the ambulance will be here.â I answer. âNow tell me who hurt you.â
She lets out a deep long breath. Sagging in relief against the car âIt was one of Ronnyâs men. He hit me when I talked back at himâ she tells me tiredly.
âGive me a facial description.â
I was going to find the bastard. No one. I mean, no one gets away with hurting Ava. He was going to regret the day he was F***ing I gborn.
âIt doesnât matter. When I escaped, he found us first. I kneed him in the balls, then shot both his thighsâ
I canât help the small smile that forms on my l*ps. I liked this side of Ava. Loved that she was no longer willing to take crap from anyone.
Before I could ask why she thought escaping was a good idea, we heard the sirens, shouts, and shots. Gabe, Travis, and the paramedic reach us moments later.
The paramedics take Emma from Avaâs lap before placing her on a stretcher.
âWhat happened?â one of them asks.
I see Ava hesitate a little before answering.
âShe got shot while we were trying to escape. I tried to stop the bleeding as best as I could, but she weakened as time went by and finally lost consciousness.â Her eyes were trained on Emmaâs form. âIs she going to be alright?â she asked, her voice full of fear.
This is one of the things Iâve come to love about her. Emma has been nothing but horrible to her, but that didnât stop her from worrying about her. She was a F***ing angel, and I curse myself that it has taken me this long to figure that out.
âYes. Her pulse is a bit weak, but sheâll be okay once we get her to a hospitalâ
They wheel her away.
âAre you okay, Ava?â Travis asks her. The concern in his eyes was clear.
âYesâ Her answer comes out in a low voice as she struggles to get up. âGo, be with Emma. Iâm okay and she needs you moreâ
He nods his head before bending down to k*ss her cheeks. I know itâs from the fact that sheâs worn out that she doesnât push him away. Otherwise, her reception would have been entirely different.
He leaves, and I give Gabe the signal to follow him.
âNeed help?â I question after watching her struggle to get up.