The Trainer (military romantic suspense) (The Dregs Book 5) by Leslie Georgeson

Author:Leslie Georgeson [Georgeson, Leslie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Logan

Voices jerked me awake. One male. One female.

Where was I? What was going on?

I lay still for a moment, trying to get my bearings. I was in a moving vehicle. The back seat.

My truck? I lifted my head, groaning as pain shot through my skull.

“Lie back.” It was the woman’s voice, her words coated with an Asian accent. “Don’t try to move. You’ve been injured. Your friends told me we can’t take you to a hospital, but they gave me a medical bag that seems to have all the supplies necessary to tend to your wounds. I managed to stop the flow of blood from your bullet wounds. But the bullets will have to be removed once we get you home.”

Nate had left one of his medical bags behind for us to use in case we needed it. Luke had stuffed the bag in his car before we’d left the maze earlier. Just in case one of us was injured.

I was definitely injured.

“Was anyone else hurt?” I asked.

“Just minor injuries,” Noah advised from the driver’s seat. “But you were shot twice. Arm and leg. And someone had fun pummeling your face. You’re swelling up like a balloon. We found you lying unconscious in the hallway.” He paused. Emotion filled his voice as he continued, “Thought you were dead at first. Scared the shit out of us.” He cleared his throat. “I shouldn’t have left your side, man. I should have stayed with you.”

“No,” I argued. “I sent you in after Nishi’s mother. It wasn’t your fault. And I’m fine.”

He let out a soft snort. “Fine? You may be alive, but you’re not fine. You’ve lost a lot of blood. Just lay still and relax, man. We’re getting you home.”

I laid my head back against the seat, flicking my gaze to the woman. She was sitting in the passenger seat of my truck, staring back at me.

Concerned, dark brown eyes met mine. Messy black hair, several strands hanging loose from some type of bun on her head. A pretty, ageless face that could be anywhere from sixteen years old to sixty. It was impossible to tell her age with her smooth, perfect complexion. She looked a lot like Nishi, except her nose was slightly different, her eyes rounder.

“Reena?” I guessed. This had to be Nishi’s mother. The woman in the video.

Her gaze filled with surprise. “Yes, I am Nishi’s mother.” Though either Malik’s men or the Black Dragons, or both, had obviously roughed her up a bit, the expression in her eyes was one of strength. Determination. This woman was not weak. Nishi definitely had her mother’s strength. I liked Reena already.

“Where is she?” I asked, my voice sounding hoarse. “Where’s Nishi?”

Reena shook her head sadly. “Gone. The gang took her.” Her eyes filled with tears that she rapidly blinked back. “But we will find her. We will get her back.”

I closed my eyes as pain squeezed my chest. Malik had taken Nishi. He’d purchased her. Because he’d wanted a virgin bride.

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