Page 22 of Ravage (The Wellard Asylum #6)

Staff and patients look at me oddly as I carry her through the hospital.

I probably should have dressed her in something else, but she will be going back into a hospital gown when we get to our destination.

The elevator ride down to the lobby was far too long, leaving my arms burning from Sloane's dead weight. She’s not heavy, but I’ve also never carried a person this long before either.

I dodge through the various people milling about the lobby before I make it to the sliding doors that lead to the parking garage.

Finding my car is easy among the lower-class ones that litter the parking spots.

Somehow I manage to balance Sloane against me long enough to get the car unblocked and the door open.

I lay her down in the passenger seat, making sure to lean the seat all the way back before buckling the seatbelt. Safety first and all that shit.

The drive to Wellard was quick; my lead foot never left the gas pedal long enough to come to a stop.

Sloane is still passed out next to me when I pull into my designated spot in the employee parking lot.

“Hey Siri, call Halstead.” The call rings through my car speakers, and I quickly turn it down so I don’t wake Sloane.

“Where the hell have you been?” Halstead’s annoyed voice filters through the speakers.

“Good to hear you too, Doc.” I say with a chuckle, “Look, I’ve kind of found myself in a little… Predicament.” I look over at Sloane’s relaxed face as she sleeps on.

“What the fuck did you do?” An exasperated sigh sounds on the other end of the line.

“Have Timothy prepare a room in solitary for me and I’ll meet you down there in ten.

” I don’t wait for his reply before hanging up.

Pulling my badge from the rearview mirror, I place it around my neck before exiting the car to get Sloane from the other side.

My arms are still sore from carrying her through the hospital, so getting her out of the car and into the Asylum was a feat in itself.

By the time I make it to the lower levels, my muscles are burning and threatening to drop her to the ground.

Timothy and Halstead stand at the end of the hallway by an open door.

“Thank fuck.” I say in a breathless voice as I carry my Sweet Obsession into the room and lay her on the bed.

Timothy looks at me with a shocked face, and Halsteads holds a little pride and curiosity.

I get her wrists and ankles strapped down before I finally cover her with a thin blanket and back up.

“Who is that, Kole, and why have you brought her here?” Halstead walks around the bed, his eyes pursuing Sloane’s body, his fingers fluttering over her pulse point.

“At least she’s still alive, I guess.” He gives a shrug before turning to look back at me.

“Well?” His brow arches with the directed question.

“She’s mine.” I only give him the two words, because a feral part of me doesn’t want to share.

“Okay, but what’s her name? Why is she here?” He throws his hands up in the air with agitation.

I stride over to Sloane, my fingers drifting through her soft hair, splaying it perfectly around her head on the pillow.

“She’s my Sweet Obsession, and no one will enter this room without my permission.

” My fingers brush down her cheek with a feather-like touch before I look back up at Halstead's narrowed gaze. “I’ve been working for you for years and haven’t asked for shit.

I’ve done your dirty work and kept things quiet, so the least you can do is let me have this one thing.

Yeah?” My arms cross over my chest as my own gaze narrows.

Halstead mulls over my request for a moment before rolling his eyes, “Fine, but she’s your problem.

” He strides through toward the door, stopping to look back at me.

“Timothy can help you if you need it, but the body disposal is on you.” He leaves without another word, and irritation curls inside of me, because it's very bold of him to assume there will be a dead body. Timothy is still frozen against the wall and staring at Sloane’s sleeping form.

“Timothy.” I snap my fingers to get his attention, and his eyes eventually drift towards me.

“You can leave now; I’ll page you if I need anything.

” Timothy nods his head and scurries out of the room like a timid mouse.

I still don’t understand why he’s here in the first place.

I step back over to Sloane, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

“I’ll be back, baby. Be a good girl.” A smirk curls my lips, and I double-check her restraints and decide she’s not going anywhere.

I leave her room and shut the door firmly behind me, making sure that my badge will still open the door.

The hall is quiet, and my shoes clack against the cement beneath them.

“Kole!” The feminine voice reaches me from the other side of the hallway.

Mara is striding towards me, a clipboard in hand.

“Who’s that? They're not on the sheet.” Her eyebrow arches, brown eyes zeroing in on me in suspicion.

Her dark curly hair is pulled back into a bun that showcases her high cheekbones and full lips.

“She’s none of your concern, sweet cheeks.” I walk past her, patting her ass as I go, and damn is it a fine ass.

She turns on me, slapping me upside the head with her clipboard, her eyes on fire with irritation. “I told you not to do that shit anymore. Seriously, who is she?” She places her hands on her hips, and her tan skin glows warmly under the yellow light hanging above us.

“You aren’t going to let this go, are you, Mara?” I roll my eyes, and she gives me a sassy smirk, waiting for me to keep going. “She’s mine. No one touches her, you got that?” My stern words make her break out in a laugh that has her curls bouncing on top of her head.

“She’s yours, huh? And how long is that going to last this time?” She chuckles and walks past me, her shoulder bumping me as she goes. “Don’t worry, no one will touch your precious girl, Kole.” She waves at me before disappearing back down the hallway.

I take a step to follow after her, but an ear-piercing scream stops me in my tracks. A smile spreads across my face as I backtrack towards Sloane’s room. I stand right next to the door, listening as she screams for help. Her screams made waves of pleasure course through me.

“Someone help me!” Her voice is thick with tears; I can almost taste them on my tongue.

“Hello?” I hear the jingle of the restraints as she tugs against them to get free.

“Please, anyone!” Her words shake with a sob that makes my cock jump in my pants.

I decide to put her out of her misery and open the door, stepping inside the room and shutting it behind me.

“Kole? Oh thank god! You have to help me.” She squeals and pulls at the restraints again.

When I turn towards her, her beautiful face is streaked with tears, and her cheeks are rosy red.

Her eyes zero in on me as I stand by the wall observing her.

“Kole?” She tugs on her ankles, jostling the whole bed with the exertion.

“What’s going on? Where am I? Kole!” Her words came out stuttered in her panic.

“Calm down, Sloane.” I stride towards her, running my fingers down her bare arm. “You’re in a hospital for your own safety.” She pulls her arm away from my touch as much as she can, her eyes throwing daggers at me.

“What are you talking about? That quack of a doctor said I was fine, remember?” Her fists clench against her sides with her anger. “Okay, jokes over, I’ve learned my lesson. Now get me out of here.” She wiggles in the bed, and the old frame rocks back and forth with her movements.

“You may not be sick, but you’re clearly unstable and a danger to yourself right now.

” I wave towards her struggling form. “You’re having a mental break, and we thought it best to enroll you here so that I could keep an eye on you.

” Her struggling has knocked the blanket off of her body, and my gaze lingers on her bare legs.

“W-where is h-here?” Her eyes widen with fear, and her struggling ceases as her chest heaves with each labored breath.

“Only the best mental institute in the state.” Her mouth parts in shock, and I take that opportunity to lean down and claim her lips with my own.

When I pull away, she’s gasping for air, whether from the kiss or her panic.

My hand cups her cheek in a lover's hold, and I give her a smile. “Welcome to Wellard Asylum, my Sweet Obsession.” She searches my eyes, assumingly trying to see if I’m joking, but then eventually she sees I’m dead serious.

The scream that rips from her chest is the most devastating one that I’ve heard yet, and it hardens my cock almost painfully.

I groan with pleasure as she continues to scream obscenities at me, tears stream beautifully down her face.