The Rage of Reading (Rage MC Book 3) by Elizabeth N. Harris

Author:Elizabeth N. Harris [Harris, Elizabeth N.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-05-31T16:00:00+00:00

Surprised, I looked up as Jett walked into the hospital room just before five o’clock. I studied him, and my gaze fell on Jett’s bruised and broken knuckles. Sharply I drew a deep breath and checked the rest of Jett’s body for injuries. Not finding any, my eyes finally moved to Jett’s face.

“Rouse won’t ever hurt you again,” Jett whispered, sitting on the bed. Jett reached out and traced my cheek with his knuckles. At Jett’s gentle touch, the sobs I’d been holding back broke free and sounded dreadful with my damaged throat. Jett shifted his ass and drew me into his arms.

“It’s okay Sin, the police have Rouse, and he won’t get near you again. Swear it, sweetness,” Jett said, holding me as tight as he dared. I shuffled forward, nearly climbing on Jett’s lap and buried my head in his neck. I’d been so scared last night, it would take a long time for the overwhelming terror to fade.

When Mr Rouse had been on top of me, I’d feared the worse. And when Mr Rouse began strangling me, all I could see was Reid alone and Jett blaming himself. Life didn’t flash before my eyes, as people say, Reid and Jett had, and how they’d be alone. I wrapped my hands in Jett’s tee and clung, as I did so, a sense of safety came over me. Jett kept a tight hold on me in one arm, and his other hand stroked my back.

“Let it out Sin, fuck let it out,” Jett soothed, and I began calming.

Even though Jett had called me a nasty name and said cruel things, Jett wouldn’t physically hurt me, he’d watch over me. Jett’s knuckles spoke to that fact, if he’d been done with me, then Jett wouldn’t have come last night, wouldn’t have stayed all night. Jett’s knuckles wouldn’t be split and bruised, no, Jett had me. That’s all I needed, I calmed, and I lifted my head to gaze at Jett.

“Sorry for being a bitch,” I spoke in a harsh, tortured whisper.

“Sorry for bein’ an asshole, sweetness, you were right, I was a total twatwaffle.” I smiled, and Jett grinned ruefully.

“Yeah, you were,” I agreed, and Jett’s grin turned into a chuckle.

“Doc’s are springin’ you later tonight. Take you home and feed you, Reid will be home when we get there, Drake called Reid, tellin’ him you’re being discharged.”

“I haven’t got anything to wear,” I whispered. Jett picked a bag up I’d missed him putting on the floor.

“Got you shit. Phoe guessed your sizes.”

“That’s kind of her,” I muttered, “have I time to watch the end of the auctions?”

“Yeah, docs won’t be here for an hour. Let’s get you ready. Want a shower? There’s blood in your hair.” I gave Jett a nod, and he helped me into the bathroom where he ran a shower. Jett cocked an eyebrow when I ordered him out but left on the condition I leave the door open. I’d agreed with a sigh.

Somehow, I sensed I was just seeing the beginning of Jett’s protective streak.

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