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his voice was nothing compared to what he was going to feel when he found out what really happened.
    “Blaire is still here and so is her husband,” I reassured him.
    “Rush is there? Good. Stay with them. Where are you?”
    “Behind the parking attendant building.”
    “I’m almost there. I love you, stay with me. Don’t black out. I’m coming.”
    “Okay. I love you, too,” I replied. He knew I was close to getting lost in the monsters in my mind.
    I hung up and looked over at Blaire. “He’s on his way.”
    “Good. We’ll wait with you,” she replied, then opened her purse and pulled out a wet wipe. “You want to clean the blood off your lip before he gets here and goes after Angelina?” she asked, holding it out to me.
    I hadn’t realized I was bleeding. I took it from her. “Thanks.”
    The sound of Woods’s truck broke through the silence and I wanted to weep in relief. He was here. His door swung open and he jumped down and came running over to me. I felt like sagging in relief. He was here and I was okay.
    “Dammit!” he roared, furious, as he took in my face. He pulled me into his arms and held me tightly. His breathing was fast and hard. He was upset. “God, baby, I am so sorry. She’s gonna pay for this,” he said as his hands starting roaming my body to make sure I was okay. I wasn’t okay. But I would be.
    “It’s fine. I think Blaire scared her,” I assured him.
    “What did Blaire do?” he asked.
    “She pointed a gun at her and threatened to pierce her ears,” I explained.
    Woods cocked an eyebrow. “So, Alabama pulled her gun out again? Thanks, Blaire,” he said before kissing my head. “I love you. I’m here and you’re going to be okay. Stay with me. I got you,” he whispered in my ear. He knew I didn’t want them to know how close I was to getting lost in my head.
    “I’m glad I found them. You need to do something about that woman; she’s a crazy bitch,” Blaire said, then turned to walk back to Rush.
    “Thank you,” I called out after her. She’d literally saved my life.
    “You’re welcome,” she replied with a sweet smile. She didn’t look like someone who had just pointed a gun and threatened to pierce someone’s ears with it. I now knew that under that beautiful, innocent-looking exterior, Blaire Finlay was a tough badass. I wanted to be her one day.

Woods
    I turned on the shower, then reached for Della. Streaks of blood were still visible on her face. She’d tried to clean it but she’d left some of the proof behind. A bruise was forming on her face and blades of grass in her hair clung to the tangled mess.
    She wouldn’t let me call the police. She’d cried and begged me not to. I was going to kill Angelina myself. She’d hurt the most precious thing in my life and she would pay for it. I’d make sure she paid over and over again. But right now I had to keep Della lucid and out of her head.
    I reached for her shirt and had started to lift it over her head when she cried out in pain. I froze. “What’s wrong, baby?”
    “My ribs,” she said in a tight whisper.
    Fuck. I forced myself to calm down. The anger rolling over me was getting worse. I was going to snap. The tank top she was wearing was ruined. Blood and grass stains had made it unsalvageable. I reached up and grabbed the neckline, then ripped it in one swift move. It fell to the ground behind her and my eyes found the bruised skin. It was too much. Seeing the dark bruise covering her side broke me. I had let this happen to her. I had left her alone and let this woman into our lives. This was my fault.
    My knees gave out and I fell before her. Knowing that she was hurting was too much. The sob that filled the bathroom was mine.
    “Woods, please don’t,” her sweet voice begged. Della’s hands caressed my head in her attempt to comfort me. Me. I wasn’t the one who had been attacked. She was the one with bruises and covered in blood but I was the one on his knees, crying.