Page 153 of Renegade
“I never shoulda left,” Greystone bit out. “Never.”
Fifteen minutes later, Dakota’s wife, Providence, and Sin’s wife, Evangeline, hurried into the medical wing. Providence kissed her husband, sat next to him on the bed, and clasped his hand. Deep lines etched her eyes, the worry on her face front and center.
Evangeline stood at the foot of the hospital bed, tossed him a nod.
After Dakota made the introductions, Providence said, “Let me at him. That son of a bitch won’t last five minutes.”
“Babe, Greystone and Caroline took him out,” Dakota explained.
“Evan and I are grateful.” Tears filled Providence’s eyes.
Dakota smiled. “I had no idea you loved me this much.”
The group laughed.
With a relieved smile on her face, Providence said, “I’m glad you haven’t lost your sense of humor, baby.”
“We gotta bring the body down and get him out,” Greystone said, getting them back on point.
“I’ll help you,” Sin said as his phone binged with an incoming text. “The surgeon and her nurse are here.” Sin strode out to retrieve them.
“Austin, I’m headin’ to the crematorium,” Greystone said. “You in?”
“Of course.” She regarded Dakota. “I’m sorry you got hit.”
“No apology necessary,” Dakota replied. “Sin and I messed up.”
Sin returned, introduced Dr. Joyce Ferguson and her nurse.
Sin regarded his twin. “You got this.”
Dakota acknowledged him with a nod. “Greystone, Caroline, thanks for the rescue.”
Greystone, Caroline, and Sin took off, stopping by the supply closet for a body bag. Greystone thought it morbid they’d have those here, but he said nothing as they continued on.
In the kitchen, Caroline readied the bag while the menbrought Haqazzii’s bullet-ridden body down. Before Greystone zipped the bag, he snapped a few pictures.
“Time to poke the bear,” he said.
“Where’s the crematorium?” Caroline asked.
Sin gave her the address. “I’ll let CK know you’re on your way.”
“Password is Pied Piper, yeah?” Greystone confirmed.
Sin nodded. “Stay.”
“No shit,” Greystone replied. “Do I pay him?”
“He gets paid, but tip him.” Sin handed Greystone several twenties.
“We’ll text the team,” Caroline said.
The men moved the body bag into Greystone’s SUV. Moments later, he and Caroline were driving through the quiet neighborhood and onto the main road.
“How are you doing?” Caroline asked.
He glanced over at her. Even after what he’d just been through, having her by his side grounded him. Now that he’d fallen in love with her, her presence lifted him and gave him hope.
