Chapter 71 Ch. 41.2
The driver stepped back, pulling off his cap, and a slow grin spread across his face.
“Hello, brother,” the man said. “I decided to take care of that for you since you’re sentimental. Remains that little coach’s daughter who can’t be compelled.”
Dylan’s blood ran cold. “Lorenzo. How dare you—”
Lorenzo laughed, making Dylan’s jaw clench. “It’s just business, Dylan. You’ve been sabotaging me for years, now you want to sabotage our entire existence, for what? Love? I decided it was time to finish this. You’ve been soft, sentimental… now it’s my turn to act.”
Dylan’s eyes darted to Ivanna, lying still in the backseat, twitching faintly, her skin pale. Every instinct in him screamed to act, to protect her, to kill the man who had dared touch her irrespective of the fact that he was his brother and the leader of their clan.
“I’ll get my revenge, brother,” Dylan said coldly. “You’ve crossed a line. I told you I was done interfering in your life, but you’ve just touched my woman, and if anything happens to her…” he trailed off, swallowing hard. His eyes were red with rage, and his fingers trembled as they clenched into fists. “…I swear I will end you.”
Lorenzo smirked, stepping closer, but Dylan didn’t hesitate. He shoved Lorenzo back with force, sending him stumbling to the curb, then turned toward the car. With one fluid motion, he opened the door and lifted Ivanna onto his shoulder, careful to keep her head supported.
Since she was human, he needed to get help as quick as possible from hospital. Only human doctors were likely to know exactly what to do with her. They'd be able to stabilize her vitals and probably get her a blood transfusion.
Lorenzo’s laughter rang out again as he picked himself up from the curb. “Give her a befitting burial,” he called. "And move on with your life. There are plenty of humans to screw."
Dylan didn’t answer. He moved with speed, carrying Ivanna to his car, setting her gently in the backseat. His hands lingered on her, checking for signs of life, praying silently that she would open her eyes.
He slammed the door, jumped into the driver’s seat, and pressed the accelerator to the floor. The city blurred past him as he raced toward the nearest hospital.
“Come on, come on,” he whispered, leaning over the seat to look at Ivanna. Her chest rose and fell faintly. “Please, just hold on.”
The streets were empty enough that he could drive recklessly and his only prayer would be that he was not going to be pulled over by the police, but unfortunately that was the case.
Sirens wailed behind him, and soon enough he was overtaken by then.
"Medical emergency," he yelled, the panic in his voice evident. "Check the back. She was attacked, and she's dying i need to go!"
The police vans then made way, following behind him. Luckily, when the traffic eased into something heavier, there was a clear path for them.
Finally, the car skidded to a stop in front of the emergency entrance. Dylan jumped out and pulled the back door open, lifting Ivanna into his arms. Her skin was cold, her head tilted back.
“Help!” he shouted, pushing through the sliding doors.
A nurse at the desk sprang up. “Gurney, now!”
Two orderlies rushed forward with a stretcher. Dylan set Ivanna down carefully and stepped back as they started moving fast down the hall.
“What happened?” the nurse asked, jogging beside him.
“She collapsed,” Dylan said, breathing hard. “She—she was getting into an Uber. The driver looked wrong. Before I could reach her she just went down.”
The nurse’s eyes widened but she kept moving. “Any allergies? Medications?”
“No. Nothing,” Dylan said. His voice sounded harsh even to himself.
Another nurse shouted, “BP’s low—get a line in. Room three, let’s go.”
They wheeled her through a set of double doors. Dylan followed until a doctor in blue scrubs blocked him.
“Sir, we’ll take it from here,” the doctor said. “Wait outside.”
Dylan’s hands clenched. “She’s losing blood,” he said.
“We see that,” the doctor replied. “We’ll do everything we can. Please, outside.”
Dylan forced himself to step back. The doors swung closed, leaving him in the bright hallway. He could hear the clipped voices inside.
“BP eighty over forty—starting fluids.”
“Type and cross for transfusion.”
“Check for puncture marks—possible assault.”
”No visible injury or puncture... Just... A hickey. Possibility of blood loss from that I zero.”
He pressed his fist to his mouth and turned when a uniformed officer approached.
“Sir, I need a statement,” the officer said. “Tell me what happened.”
Dylan dragged in a breath, years forming at the corners of his eyes. “We argued earlier. She said she needed space. I offered to drive her home but she refused, said she’d get an Uber. I waited from a distance but then I saw the driver, dark jacket, cap. Something felt wrong. Then she just collapsed. I think he might have injected her with something. I don’t know.”
“You didn’t get a plate number?” the officer asked.
“No. Everything happened too fast.”
The officer studied him for a moment. “We’ll check cameras and call forensics. Stay close, we may have more questions.”
Dylan nodded, though his mind was already back behind those doors. He could almost hear the doctors.
“Heart rate’s unstable—push fluids.”
“Prep for blood transfusion.”
He gripped the wall, every second stretching. He wanted to rip through the city and hunt Lorenzo down, but leaving her now wasn’t an option. If she died while he was gone, there would be nothing left to avenge.