Dirty Games by HelenKay Dimon

Author:HelenKay Dimon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2018-03-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

“He needs to rest.” Kit Asato made that declaration after bandaging Finn’s shoulder and cleaning the cut on his head.

She insisted the injuries looked worse than they were and that head wounds bled a lot but it didn’t mean they should worry. Justin knew all of that was right, but it didn’t stop the anxiety from welling inside him.

He paced the small area between the edge of the cot and the thin curtain drawn around them for privacy. He needed to burn off some of the adrenaline bouncing around inside him, but nothing worked.

They’d arrived on Kit’s doorstep within an hour of the crash. Justin yelled every minute of that hour, trying to close the gap and get the officials and witnesses at the scene to hurry. That was two hours ago. Kit had examined Finn but he still looked dazed. His head lolled to the side as if he were having trouble holding it up. Every time he shifted, he winced.

Justin couldn’t feel anything but the anger surging through him. The only thing keeping him from firing Rania and Karim—a task he didn’t actually have the authority to do—was their injuries. They’d both been bandaged up and now stalked around the clinic, their weapons on display.

Kit gritted her teeth and tolerated them all. Ty was a bit less welcoming, clearly not happy at having his evening plans with Kit canceled. But seeing Finn stumble in the door seemed to subdue his frustration.

“What about a concussion or internal injuries?” Justin wanted to call Alec and have Finn airlifted out of there. Hell, he’d drive Finn to the best hospital in Morocco or anywhere else nearby.

He just had to do something.

“You okay?” Ty asked.

“I’ve been checked out.” Justin knew he’d ache in every part of his body tomorrow. For now, the adrenaline push kept him up and moving.

But he’d be fine. Finn’s side of the car took the brunt of the hit. Just thinking about the stolen car that hit them and the driver who was still on the run sent anger spiking through Justin. He honestly thought he’d strangle the driver if he popped up at the clinic right now.

“He should stay the night.” Kit stepped away from Finn where he sat on the side of the bed with his legs hanging over the side. “I’ll watch him.”

Like hell. Justin was not about to let anyone else handle this job. “No.”

“That’s not…” Finn made a hissing sound as he inhaled. “No shaking my head. Got it.”

“That was a serious accident—”

“It was intentional.” Justin refused to believe this was a mistake or a coincidence. Too many near misses near Finn had Justin on edge and skeptical.

It all seemed so clear now. Someone wanted to send a message or take Finn out. If it was the latter, they were pretty sloppy about it, which likely meant the person wasn’t a professional or at least didn’t hire professionals. Justin couldn’t figure out if that was good news or bad.

Kit sighed. “What I’m saying is I need to watch Finn.

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