Argeneau Family - The Renegade Hunter Part 19

"You know we won't let you leave," Mortimer warned quietly.

"I know," he said grimly, his gaze sliding past the blank- faced man at his window to see that the wife was starting to look concerned. She couldn' t see her husband's face, but apparently suspected something was wrong. He s.h.i.+fted his attention back to the phone and said, "I ask for only one favor. Two, actually."

"What?" Mortimer asked.

"I stay with her until she's through the turn."

"Okay," Mortimer agreed.

"And I get to talk to her once she's awake before I'm taken in for judgment," Nicholas said, and then frowned and changed it to, "I want a night with her before you call Lucian."

There was silence for a minute and then Mortimer said, "Okay. I agree. What-"

"We' ll be there in twenty minutes," Nicholas interrupted. "Get on the phone and get what she needs there."

He then slapped the phone closed, handed it back to the man at his window, and took a moment to rearrange his thoughts before touching on the man's wife as well.

Nicholas rolled up the window as the couple turned and moved to the door of their own motel room, and then s.h.i.+fted into gear and steered the van out of the parking lot. Jo moaned for the fourth time as he pulled onto the street. This time she didn' t stop.

Chapter Sixteen.

Nicholas laid on the horn the moment he could see the woods at the edge of the enforcer property. He didn' t take his hand off it until turning into the driveway at the gate.

As he'd hoped, the enforcers guarding the gate took his horn honking as an announcement of his arrival and had the outer gate open as he turned in. They'd kept the inner gate closed as a precaution, but one of the men was at it, and the moment he recognized Nicholas a t the wheel, he grabbed the inner gate and began to run, pulling it open as well. Nicholas roared through both gates and tore up the driveway, taking the turnoff to the roundabout in front of the house. He slammed to a stop before the front door as it opened, and caught a glimpse of Mortimer hurrying out, followed by Bricker and Anders, but then s.h.i.+fted the van into park and leaped out to hurry around the vehicle to the front pa.s.senger door.

Mortimer had reached the van and was grabbing for the door handle as Nicholas got there, but he knocked his hand away with a growl to open it himself. Jo was his. No one else was touching her.

"Ernie and a mortal female named Dee are in the back of the van," Nicholas snapped as he pulled the door open.

"Is this Dee injured?" Mortimer asked with a frown in his voice as he tried to get a look at Jo around Nicholas's shoulder.

"No," he said coldly, undoing the seat belt he'd strapped around Jo. It had managed to keep her in her seat when she'd started to s.h.i.+ft and flop about as the pain she was suffering had increased. As the seat belt snapped back into its holder, Nicholas scooped Jo up into his arms, adding bitterly, "She should be hurt, but I didn' t have time. I wanted to get Jo here before the turn got too far."

He swung around with her in his arms to see Mortimer's raised eyebrows and bit out, "Her brain's broken, she's on Ernie's side and shot Jo."

"What?"

That high-pitched screech brought his gaze around to a thin, dark-haired woman on the steps.

Jo's sister Sam, he guessed. There was a definite resemblance, though the woman was an emaciated version of Jo, all gangling arms and bony legs in the shorts she wore. With a little meat on her, she'd be almost as pretty as his Jo though, Nicholas decided, but then dismissed her from his thoughts and turned to warn Mortimer, "I controlled the mortal all the way here, but released her as I got out of the van. About now, she's probably pulling the arrow out of Ernie's heart."

Mortimer nodded grimly. "Bricker, Anders, take them to the cells. We' ll deal with them later."

"On it," Bricker said, already moving to open the van door beside them. Once it was open, he peered inside and shook his head. "Nicholas said you'd probably be doing that. Naughty, naughty," he muttered, and then climbed into the back of the van and pulled the door closed as Anders got in the front.

"Sam, honey," Mortimer said, pulling her away from Nicholas as she tried to get a look at Jo.

"Let's get her inside and settled in her room, okay?"

"Yes, of course," Sam muttered, and pulled away to bustle back into the house, leading the way.

"After you," Mortimer said quietly, but Nicholas was already following the woman. "Did you get what she needs?" he asked as he followed Sam up the stairs inside.

"They're on the way," Mortimer a.s.sured him, and then raised his voice to be heard over Jo as the jostling made the volume of her moaning increase. "They should have beat you here, but I suspect you were speeding just a little bit."

"Yes," he muttered, pressing Jo a little tighter and peering worriedly at her face. It was now a mask of pain and she was beginning to writhe in his arms. He'd broken a lot of road laws in his determination to get her here quickly, pus.h.i.+ng the van to go as fast as it could, running red lights and stop signs and controlling a cop or two to get them off his tail when they'd come after him.

"They' ll be here soon," Mortimer said rea.s.suringly as Sam led them into a bedroom. "In the meantime, I had Bricker bring up rope and we can get her t ied down."

"Tied down?" Sam asked with horror, stopping abruptly.

Nicholas moved impatiently around her to get to the bed as Mortimer said soothingly, "It's for her own good, honey. So she doesn't hurt herself."

"Yes, but-"

"Where's the rope," Nicholas snapped as he started to strip Jo's jeans off her. His concern was all for Jo. Mortimer could soothe Sam after they took care of Jo.

Much to his relief, Mortimer was on the other side of the bed almost at once, holding out the rope. Nicholas tossed aside the jeans, but left her T-s.h.i.+rt and the jacket that covered her chest for now as he took the offered rope. They worked together, each taking a wrist, fastening one end of rope to it and then fastening the other end to the metal bed frame, before moving down to do the same with her ankles. The moment they were at the bottom of the bed and out of her way, Sam was beside Jo, pulling away the leather coat that had covered her chest. Nicholas wasn't surprised by her gasp of horror as she saw the hole in Jo's s.h.i.+rt and the blood staining it, but ignored her until he'd finished what he was doing.

"What happened?" she asked with dismay, pulling Jo's s.h.i.+rt up.

"I told you. She was shot," Nicholas growled, straightening and moving back up to the head of the bed. He didn't even glance at the woman on the opposite side of the mattress; his eyes were on the wound in Jo's chest. It was no longer bleeding and looked a little smaller to him, and he supposed the nanos had started repairing it before doing anything else. It meant they'd be using up what little blood she had left to do it though, and they'd be attacking the organs in search of more.

"She needs blood," Mortimer said, his thoughts moving along the same lines as Nicholas's.

"I' ll get it."

The immortal was out of the room before the last word had left his mouth, moving at speed.

A loud thud a heartbeat later told Nicholas Mortimer had probably bypa.s.sed the stairs and jumped the hall rail to the main floor below to save time. He'd be back just as quickly, Nicholas knew, and glanced to Sam to see her gaping at the doorway Mortimer had just disappeared through. He raised an eyebrow when she glanced back to him.

"It always startles me to see him move that quickly," she muttered for explanation and then frowned as she peered down at Jo. "What happened to her?"

"I told you, she was shot," he said grimly for the third time. The woman was obviously in shock if she couldn't grasp the concept.

"Yes, but how?" she asked with frustration. "Why did the girl shoot her?"

Nicholas settled on the side of the bed, his eyes fixed on Jo's pale, contorted face as he tried to gather his thoughts.

"Here."

He glanced up with surprise to see Mortimer at his side, several bags of blood caught between his arm and his chest, and another in his hand that he was holding out to Nicholas.

"Start her with that, but only give her one. We' ll give her the drugs and set up an IV as soon as the delivery gets here with them."

Nicholas nodded, and muttered, "Open her mouth."

He raised the bag of blood to bite off one corner as Sam immediately bent over Jo from the other side to do as he asked so that he could begin to pour the thick, red liquid in.

Nicholas sat back once he'd finished. Jo had calmed a little, the moaning dropping a bit in volume, but not stopping altogether. He supposed the nanos had left her organs alone and were collecting the blood she'd just ingested to do their thing. But he knew this calm wouldn't last long. They'd use the blood to generate more nanos, start spreading out in her body to cover the more important areas like her brain and heart, and then they'd set to work and she'd be in agony until it was done. At least, until the worst of it was done.

"What happened?" Mortimer asked, echoing the question Sam had asked earlier. "You called and said to come get her at Sam's place, but when the men got there she was gone."

Nicholas sighed unhappily and ran one hand through his hair as he balled up the empty blood bag in his other. That seemed like months ago to him, but had been only a matter of a couple hours, if that.

"I called you from the lobby after I left the apartment," he explained, his words and tone short and emotionless. "Then I went to move the van so your boys wouldn't find it. I was walking back, planning to watch the building until your men got there when Ernie drove past with Jo in the pa.s.senger seat. I ran back to the van, jumped in, and followed them to a motel. I parked at the edge of the parking lot while he took her inside and then crept up to the window to listen to see what I was up against. If Leonius or anyone else was inside, I planned to call you, but it didn't take me long to figure out there was only Ernie and a mortal woman inside with Jo and I decided I could handle it on my own." Nicholas's mouth tightened as he silently berated himself for that decision. He should have called Mortimer at once and gotten some backup. Jo might not have been shot had he done that.

"What happened?" Mortimer repeated.

Grimacing, Nicholas reached out to brush a finger over Jo's cheek. "I wanted to rush in there, but Ernie told the woman to order food for her and Jo, and then said he was going to sleep. I thought it would be better to wait. Ernie would be asleep and the woman would think it was the food delivery. I could take them all by surprise and save the day," he said bitterly, and then ground his teeth and continued, "I waited, I knocked, and as soon as the woman started to open the door, I slammed it into her, and stepped inside. The woman was on the floor, Jo was tied up in a chair, and Ernie just rising up from the bed. I shot Ernie in the heart with my crossbow, heard Jo scream, and turned in time to see..." Nicholas paused and took a breath, forcing down the lump that had risen in his throat as he recalled that moment.

"She was tied up," he said with what even he recognized as bewilderment. "Her wrists were tied behind her back, ankles bound together, but she was throwing herself at the mortal. The woman was lifting a gun to aim at me, and Jo-she was trying to save me, for Christ's sake, like a little bullet would hurt me."

Mortimer placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing in what he supposed was sympathy, and Nicholas finished, "The gun went off as she landed on the mor tal."

"So she took a bullet meant for you?" Sam asked, and then added, "Why would that woman even try to shoot you? Did she realize you were there to save them?"

"She didn't want saving," Nicholas said grimly. "She's broken. His pet."

"I' ll say she's broken," Bricker said grimly, drawing their attention to the fact that he and Anders had arrived and were crossing the room. "She's a mess, Mortimer. She saw her whole family slaughtered by Leonius and his boys. The father was strung up by his heels from the rafters in the barn the night they stormed the farm. They slit his throat over a pail and then pa.s.sed the pail around, drinking from it while his whole family watched."

"And that was the kindest thing they did to that family," Anders muttered.

"Christ," Mortimer said on a sigh, moving around to slip his arm around a horrified Sam and draw her against his chest.

"She had a mother and some sisters too," Bricker muttered. "Only she and a younger sister survived to leave the farm. They were raped and fed on by turn until the little sister died. Dee, that's her name," he added, pausing beside the bed to peer down at Jo. "She was pretty near death when Leonius gave her to Ernie to snack on, on the road. He feeds her, hasn't raped her, and bites her rather than cut her up so she's pretty much decided that makes him her hero."

Bricker glanced to Mortimer and added, "She' ll need a three-on-one."

"The three-on-one is when three immortals wipe a mortal's mind at once, isn't it?" Sam asked quietly. Mortimer nodded, but said to Bricker, "That could destroy her mind,"

"There's very little of her mind not destroyed," Anders said dryly. "A three-on-one might be her only chance of anything approaching a normal life now. Wipe her as clean as a slate and let her start over if there's anything to start over with."

"I' ll suggest it to Lucian," Mortimer murmured, and then glanced to Nicholas. "I presume you turned Jo after she got shot?"

He nodded.

"Did she consent?" Mortimer asked.

"No. She was unconscious... and dying. I made the choice for her."

Mortimer nodded, but glanced to Sam. Nicholas suspected the other immortal was wis.h.i.+ng he'd been given the chance to do that himself with her. Sam would be immortal now as well which was a safer state for her considering the work Mortimer did. Ernie's getting onto the property and attacking Jo must have driven home how fragile his life mate was as long as she refused the turn.

It must be a sort of h.e.l.l, for the man, Nicholas thought. He couldn' t imagine having to have suffered that worry for all the months Mortimer had. After only a couple of days of worrying himself sick over Jo, it was a huge relief to know she was now going to be an immortal...

Even if he wouldn't be with her, at least Nicholas would die knowing she would be well...

barring a freak accident or murder, he thought grimly, and then glanced to the phone by the bed as it began to ring.

Mortimer answered, listened, and then hung up. "The drugs and IV have arrived. They just pa.s.sed through the gate."

Jo's first thought as she woke up and opened her eyes was that she felt like she'd been hit by a Mack truck. Her next was to wonder who'd been driving it.

"Jo."

Her name was a soft, relieved sigh, and she turned her head and managed a smile as she found herself peering at Nicholas. He'd been sitting in a chair beside the bed, but now stood to bend over her, and he looked like he hadn' t slept in days. He was gray- faced with big bags under his eyes and looked a good ten years older than normal, which was kind of encouraging, Jo decided. It seemed these immortals weren't always pretty people. They too could look like h.e.l.l.

"Hi stud," she whispered, and frowned when the words came out a dry croak that actually hurt her throat.

"Here." Nicholas picked up a gla.s.s off the bedside table and sat on the bed to slip an arm under her back. He lifted her up and pressed a gla.s.s to her lips. "Drink." Jo obeyed the quiet order and drank the water he tipped into her mouth. He gave her only a sip, and then lowered the gla.s.s and asked, "More?"

When she swallowed and nodded, Nicholas tipped the gla.s.s up again.

"Better?" he asked, lowering the gla.s.s when she gestured that she'd had enough.

"Yes. Thank you," Jo murmured on a little sigh as he twisted slightly to set the gla.s.s on the bedside table again. When he turned back, she asked, "What happened?"

A concerned frown immediately claimed his lips, but he asked, "What do you remember?"

Jo dropped her gaze, peering down as she did a quick search of her memory. She grimaced as she found the pertinent memories.

"Dee shot me," she said with disgust, and then added, "Or maybe it would be more fair to say I got myself shot. She was aiming for you."

Jo smiled with wry amus.e.m.e.nt, but Nicholas wasn' t smiling back. His expression was solemn as he nodded. His voice was equally solemn as he said, "I appreciate what you were trying to do, Jo, but it was a foolish risk. I could have taken a bullet or two with little problem, but you..." He shook his head and closed his eyes briefly as he finished, "You could have died and nearly did."

"That explains why I feel like c.r.a.p," she murmured, and then turned her face into his chest to nuzzle him as she added, "But I didn't, and we're both safe and well, and you can't dump me with Mortimer and those guys while I'm healing, so it's all good."

When he didn't say anything, Jo raised her head and peered at him solemnly as she said, "I know you were trying to keep me safe by leaving me in the apartment, but bad things happen when you aren' t around. Maybe it's a sign we're supposed to stay together."

"Ernie won't be a problem anymore," Nicholas said quietly.

"And Dee?"

"Mortimer is taking care of both of them," he a.s.sured her.

She considered that and then asked, "What will they do to Dee?"

"They' ll probably wipe her memories and then have her be found somewhere public. The mortal authorities will think her lack of memories is due to the trauma she went through when she was taken by the people who killed her family. They' ll help her start a new life. She' ll be fine."