Chapter 208: Save Her
Chapter 208: Save Her
(Olivia’s POV)
Rebecca stopped the car. After I called the enforcers, I pushed the car door open. “Rebecca, come with me!”
At the entrance of Nightshade Bar, the night was as dark as ink, and the neon lights flickered with a hazy light. The pulsing music from inside mixed with the sounds of the street, creating an unsettling atmosphere. I rushed toward the scene unfolding before us. Two men were supporting a clearly intoxicated woman between them, her head lolling forward unnaturally.
My heart stopped when I recognized the familiar blonde hair. Miranda Blackwood.
Four more men stood behind them, their postures aggressive and predatory. Something about this situation screamed danger.
“Release her!” I shouted, running toward them with Rebecca close behind.
The men turned at my voice, their expressions shifting from surprise to annoyance. Miranda’s condition looked far worse than simple intoxication.
Her usually perfect appearance was disheveled, her designer dress wrinkled and askew. Her breathing seemed labored, and her skin had an unhealthy pallor.
“This doesn’t concern you, lady,” one of the men holding Miranda called out dismissively.
I moved closer, my wolf senses picking up something wrong with Miranda’s scent. The usual floral perfume was there, but underneath lay something chemical and artificial.
“She’s been drugged,” I said firmly, my voice carrying the authority I’d learned in courtrooms.
The largest man, covered in tattoos across his muscled arms, stepped forward with a leering grin. “Well, well. Look what we have here.”
His eyes raked over me in a way that made my skin crawl. “You’re even prettier than this one. Why don’t you join the party?”
“Let her go immediately,” I demanded, standing my ground despite the fear coursing through me.
The tattooed man laughed, a harsh sound that echoed off the nearby buildings. “Or what? You’ll call for
help?”
“I already have,” I replied coldly.
His expression darkened. “Stupid b***h. You should have minded your own business.”
He gestured to his companions. “Take care of them both.”
The four men behind him moved forward with practiced coordination. These weren’t random street thugs- they moved like a pack with experience.
“Rebecca, now!” I called out.
Rebecca stepped forward, her posture shifting into something deadly. Her usually gentle demeanor vanished,
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replaced by the focused intensity of a trained fighter.
The first man reached for me, but Rebecca intercepted him with lightning speed. Her fist connected with his jaw with a sickening c***k.
He dropped like a stone.
The second attacker swung at Rebecca, but she ducked smoothly and drove her elbow into his solar plexus. He doubled over, gasping for air.
The third man tried to grab Rebecca from behind, but she spun and caught him with a devastating uppercut. Blood sprayed from his nose as he stumbled backward.
The fourth man hesitated, seeing his companions fall so quickly. Rebecca didn’t give him time to reconsider. She advanced on him with predatory grace, landing a series of precise strikes that left him crumpled on the pavement.
The tattooed man holding Miranda looked stunned. “What the hell?”
The second man supporting Miranda released her and charged at Rebecca. She sidestepped his clumsy attack and swept his legs, sending him crashing to the ground.
Within seconds, all six men were down. Rebecca stood over them, barely breathing hard.
The tattooed man was the only one still conscious, groaning and clutching his ribs. “You crazy bitches broke my ribs!”
“You’re lucky that’s all we broke,” Rebecca said coldly.
I caught Miranda as she started to collapse without the men supporting her. Her skin. felt clammy and cold against my hands.
“Miranda? Can you hear me?” I asked gently.
Her eyes fluttered open briefly, unfocused and glassy. “Olivia?” she whispered weakly.
“I’m here. You’re safe now,” I assured her.
The sound of sirens grew louder as the enforcers approached. Red and blue lights began flashing across the
bar’s facade.
Two enforcement vehicles pulled up, and four officers emerged quickly. They surveyed the scene with
professional efficiency.
“What happened here?” the lead enforcer asked, his badge identifying him as Sergeant Williams.
“These men drugged this woman and were attempting to abduct her,” I explained quickly. “I’m Attorney Olivia Winters, and this is my security detail, Rebecca Frost.”
Sergeant Williams looked at the six men scattered across the pavement, then at Rebecca with newfound respect. “Your security detail did this?”
“They attacked us first,” Rebecca said simply. “I defended my client.”
The sergeant nodded, making notes. “We’ll need statements from everyone. Is the victim conscious?”
I looked down at Miranda, who had slipped back into unconsciousness. “Barely. I believe she’s been drugged with something strong.”
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“We need to get her to the hospital
mediately,” Sergeant Williams said, radioing for an ambulance.
“I want to accompany her,” I said firmly. “I’ll need medical documentation for potential legal proceedings.
The ambulance arrived within minut
The sergeant agreed. “Officer
will go with you to the hospital. We’ll handle the scene here.”
paramedics quickly assessing Miranda’s condition. They loaded her
onto a stretcher with practiced efficiency.
“Her vitals are weak but stable,” one paramedic reported. “Possible drug overdose or poisoning.”
I climbed into the ambulance beside Miranda, holding her cold hand. Rebecca followed in our car with Officer
Martinez.
At Riverdale General Hospital, Miranda was rushed into the emergency department. I paced the waiting room while medical staff worked on her.
Dr. Sarah Chen emerged after an hour, her expression serious. “Are you family?”
“I’m her attorney,” I said. “The enforcers requested medical documentation for their investigation.”
Dr. Chen nodded. “We’ve stabilized her, but she’s been given a powerful sedative mixed with what appears to be an aphrodisiac compound.”
My stomach turned at the implications. “How long until she recovers?”
“The drugs should clear her system within twelve to eighteen hours,” Dr. Chen explained. “We’ll keep her for
observation.”
Officer Martinez took detailed notes. “We’ll need the blood work results for evidence.”
“I’ll have the lab rush the toxicology report,” Dr. Chen assured him.
I spent the night at the hospital, checking on Miranda periodically. She remained unconscious but stable throughout the night.
The next morning, Dr. Chen returned with a folder of test results. Miranda was still unconscious, lying pale and still in the hospital bed.
“The toxicology report confirms our suspicions,” Dr. Chen said, standing beside Miranda’s bed. “She was given a combination of rohypnol and a synthetic aphrodisiac compound.”
Officer Martinez looked up from his notepad. “How much was administered?”
“Enough to render her completely helpless for several hours,” Dr. Chen replied grimly. “If you hadn’t intervened when you did, the outcome could have been much worse.”
I felt sick thinking about what those men had planned. Miranda might be difficult, but no one deserved whe nearly happened to her.
“When will she wake up?” I asked.
Dr. Chen checked Miranda’s chart. “Her body is processing the drugs slowly. She should regain
consciousness within the next few hours.”
The doctor brought the report and stood in front of the hospital bed, telling me and the enforcer about Miranda’s condition in detail.