The officer put his hand out over Cade’s. “With all due respect, sir, this is a crime scene. I’ll be coming with you inside.”
Cade looked at him like he was crazy. “You don’t think she’s committed a crime. Are you insane? Did you see her?”
The officer sighed. “I have to take her statement, and I’d like to do it as soon as possible. If she’s well enough not to be transported to the hospital, then we can do it here. Otherwise we’ll swing by the ER and talk to her there.”
Cade blew out his breath, called back the torrent of curses and then stalked toward the door, determined to get to Elle and sort out this nightmare.
Merrick was on his heels, and the two burst through the kitchen and into the living room. Finding it empty, Cade headed to the bedroom they shared only to find it empty as well. He walked down the hall to the room Elle had first stayed in, and when he opened the door, he couldn’t control his reaction to the sight before him.
Elle was sitting on the bed, her shirt pulled up to bare her ribcage which was already purple with bruising. One hand was pressed to her side and it was obvious she was struggling for breaths. Tears ran unchecked down her cheeks, mixing with the blood from her nose and mouth.
“Dear God,” Merrick said in a horrified voice.
Her gaze yanked upward, hurt crowding her eyes once more as she looked at the two men. She pulled her shirt down and immediately covered herself protectively as he and Merrick surged forward.
Cade dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands immediately going to her shirt so he could pull it back up.
“What the hell happened, Elle?”
“He punched me,” she said in a choked voice. “Twice. And then he kicked me. It hurts to breathe.”
“She needs to get to the hospital,” the police officer said in a terse voice. He’d followed Cade and Merrick inside, and his expression was grim as he took in the bruising on Elle’s side and abdomen.
“Fuck yeah,” Merrick growled.
Merrick strode forward, his intention clear as he reached for Elle. To Cade’s surprise, she turned into him, huddling into his arms. She turned her face away from Merrick, and hot tears slid onto Cade’s collarbone.
Merrick took a step back, shock and confusion etched in his expression. For now, Cade had to ignore whatever the hell was going on because Elle needed immediate care, and this time Dallas’s clinic wasn’t going to cover it.
With infinite care, he stood, cradling Elle in his arms, and then he walked out of the bedroom, leaving the cop and Merrick to follow.
When he got outside, he saw that a stretcher had been pulled into the garage, and he carefully lowered Elle onto it. Dakota pushed off the wall of the garage, his face ashen.
“Is she okay?” Dakota asked.
“We don’t know yet,” Cade said grimly.
Elle slid her hand into his, her grip so tight that his fingers were bloodless.
“Don’t leave me,” she whispered. “I don’t want to go alone.”
He leaned down and kissed her forehead as the paramedic began to push her toward the waiting ambulance.
“I’m not going anywhere, honey. I’ll be right by your side the entire time.”
C H A P T E R T H I R T Y - T W O
MERRICK PACED THE WAITING ROOM of the ER about to go insane waiting for someone to come out and let them know how Elle was.
They’d given her name as Elle Walker and listed their address. When prompted for other identifying information, they’d simply said in the confusion and the rush to get her to the hospital that they hadn’t gotten her wallet.
Until Dallas came through with her Social Security number and birth certificate, she was still…nobody.
God, he just wanted to hurry up and be able to see her so he could apologize for being such an asshole. He had no excuse. He’d seen her there, bloody and clothing torn, and he’d reacted emotionally in his terror.
Cade was in no better shape. He stood across the room staring out the window, his hands shoved into his pockets. But his foot tapped anxiously against the floor, and tension rolled off him in waves.
What surprised Merrick was how strung out Dakota looked. The man looked ill. His face was ashen and he sat in a chair away from Cade and Merrick with his head down, hands clasped over his nape.
“Son of a bitch, what’s taking so long?” Cade burst out.
“I wish to hell I knew,” Merrick said tightly. “I was a complete dick to her. She was attacked and injured, and I yelled at her for leaving the gym. God, I’m an asshole.”
Dakota lurched to his feet and looked like he’d vomit.
“Merrick,” he began in an uneasy voice. “I have to tell you what I did. I can’t let you think… Jesus…” He broke off and ran his hand wearily through his hair. “God, I’m sorry, man.”
Merrick’s stomach coiled into a knot as he stared at his longtime friend and trainer. At the guilt brimming in his eyes. “What the fuck did you do?” he asked in a low, menacing voice.
“Dakota?” Catherine asked in a worried tone from the doorway to the waiting room.
Dakota glanced in his wife’s direction, shame dulling his features.
Merrick advanced. “What. Did. You. Do?”
“I told her to leave,” Dakota choked out. “I was pissed because the sparring session wasn’t going well and your concentration was shot to shit and you kept looking over at her and I knew you were distracted. So when you went to the locker room, I tossed her the keys and told her to split.”
“You did what?” Cade yelled.
Merrick couldn’t even respond. He was too dumfounded. Too rattled by the fact that someone he trusted so implicitly had placed Elle in a dangerous situation. She could have been killed. As it was, some asshole had beaten the hell out of her, and she’d had to defend herself with a crowbar. And now she was carrying the weight of nearly killing another man. And hell, he may die yet. He was in critical condition with a brain bleed. They were taking him to surgery right now.
“I never imagined something like this would happen,” Dakota said, closing his eyes. His entire posture was defeated, his shoulders sagging. “I just thought it would be a good idea if she went home so you could get your head back into the game. We have four weeks until this fight, and I want you at the top of your game.”
“So you sent the woman I love into a dangerous situation—a situation you were well aware of, Dakota. Hell, she just got caught in an office building after being shot at and the building torched. You knew we weren’t sending her anywhere without one of us at all times. Why the fuck would you take it upon yourself to send her home behind my back?”
“I was doing what I thought was best for you,” Dakota said in a frustrated voice. “You don’t see it, Merrick, but the rest of us do. Your edge is slipping. You aren’t as sharp as you were even a month ago. You’re going to fuck up the one shot you have at the big time. If you won’t think about yourself, then at least think of the rest of us who’ve spent years supporting you and building you up and making sacrifices because we believed in you.”
A garbled sound of rage bubbled from Cade’s throat, but Merrick held up his hand. He had this.
“You placed a woman in a position of danger and vulnerability. How exactly did you expect she’d defend herself if something like this happened? You didn’t tell me what you’d done. You could have picked up the phone and called Cade to let him know. You could have called Dallas. Cade’s dad. There’s a hell of a lot you could have done, and you didn’t do shit. This is on you, Dakota, and I’m not going to forget it. You’re fired.”
Catherine made a sound of pain, and when he looked at her, her eyes were wounded.
“I’m sorry, Cathy,” Merrick said quietly.
Catherine walked forward, tentatively touching Merrick on the arm. “Think about it, Merrick. Don’t make any hasty decisions. Dakota was a dickhead, but he’s a dickhead who loves you and is loyal to a fault. Maybe too loyal. He’s not used to having to share you with others, but he’ll learn. Sleep on it please, and we can talk when emotions aren’t so high.”
Merrick kissed her cheek. “I can’t guarantee anything, Cathy. He betrayed my trust. He betrayed Elle.”
“I’m sorry, man,” Dakota said, sadness so deep in his eyes that it made Merrick’s gut clench. “I fucked up. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I don’t want to throw away the years we have together over this.”
“You did this,” Merrick pointed out.
“Yeah, I know,” Dakota said quietly. He turned to his wife. “Come on, Cathy. Let’s leave them to see to Elle.”
With an unhappy frown and one last look in Merrick’s direction, Catherine followed her husband out of the waiting room.
“Son of a bitch, I fucked up,” Merrick swore when Dakota and Catherine had gone. “I was such a bastard to her. And fuck it all, I’ll never forget that look in her eyes when I yelled at her about leaving when Dakota was the one who kicked her out. I can only imagine how she felt and how embarrassing it was for her when Dakota acted like a dickhead and tossed her out of the gym. And then I blame her for what happened to her. Jesus, but when I fuck up, I fuck up big.”
“We still don’t even know what happened,” Cade said wearily. “It’s all very bizarre. It’s pissing me off that they kicked us out of her room and won’t let us be in there with her.”
“That’s bullshit,” Merrick fumed. “They can’t keep us away from her, and you know what? I’m tired of this crap. I’m going in to see her, and they’re going to have to arrest me to keep me out.”
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