The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 248

Chapter 248: GUILT

Finnegan

The ambulance doors closed behind her as they wheeled my Abigail away on the stretcher. I couldn’t breathe. I was standing in the middle of a highway that reeked of burning rubber and blood.

Her blood.

I could not pull air into my lungs. My men were everywhere. Someone was speaking to me and I couldn’t hear a single word.

The paramedics had practically pried me away as they loaded her in because I wouldn’t release her hand.

"Dad," Angel grabbed my arm. She had been pulled from the wreck first, shaking so badly I could hear her teeth chattering.

The paramedics had checked her over quickly — minor cuts, no broken bones, mild shock.

I had barely registered any of it because my eyes kept returning to Abigail’s face.

Why was it so white? Too white.

I steered Angel toward the police car.

"Follow her," I barked at the driver. "Follow her, please. Now."

Thank God he understood without needing me to repeat the words.

The inside of the car was suffocating in its silence. Angel sat pressed against my side, small and trembling.

I kept one arm locked around her while my free hand pressed flat against my chest, trying to physically hold myself together before I came apart.

She’s fine. Abigail is going to be fine. She had to be. My mother could not have taken the one thing I had dared to want, the one dream I had dared to hold onto. No mother could be cruel enough to try to kill her own son and her granddaughter.

But I had watched Abigail go limp. I had seen how much blood she lost. I had held her face in my hands inside that wrecked car and watched her eyes slide shut. Oh shir!

She had not opened them again no matter how many times I called her name. My jaw was clenched so hard it ached.

"It’s my fault." Angel sniffled.

I looked down at her. She was staring at her own hands in her lap, knuckles scraped raw, a butterfly bandage already fixed to her forehead. Her eyes were glassy with tears.

"Angel—"

"She threw herself over me." Her voice fractured completely on the last word. "She covered me with her whole body, and now she’s—Dad, what if she dies? I don’t want Abigail to die. Please, Dad."

"Stop, baby." I pulled her tighter against my chest. She sobbed harder, her small hands twisting in my shirt.

"Listen to me. What happened to Abigail is not your fault. Not even close. Don’t you ever say that again. Do you hear me, Princess?"

I pressed my lips to the top of her head. "She loves you. You understand that? That’s what love does. She would lose her mind if she heard you blaming yourself for this."

Angel only cried harder and I held her tighter, keeping my eyes fixed on the ambulance ahead, my mind locked on the way Abigail had looked at me when I reached her in that wreck.

Hey. I’m okay.

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