Chapter 368

Richie’s surprised cry jerked Jon back to reality. He followed Richie’s voice towards the study.

Joe was lying on a stretcher, paramedics working frantically to minimize the blood loss.

A weak smile played over his face as he saw his employer’s face.

“I got him, Jon. Just....just as I promised.”

“You did good, Joe.” Jon squeezed the injured man’s hand.

“I came back early...but he was already in the house.” A cough racked through his body, leaving him breathless.

“Where is Cheyenne?”

“Im sorry sir but we have to go.”

“Where is my fiancé?”

His voice bordered now on hysteria.

They whisked him away so quickly, Jon couldn’t catch his answer.

“Sir?”

Jon turned.

“Could you come with me please.”

He wanted to run, wanted to stay, not sure what he wanted to do. His mind was so clouded he didn’t even ask the man what it is was about. He followed the officer like a lamb to slaughter.

He was led to the outside to an ambulance. Richie was right beside him.

A paramedic was blocking his view but he knew before he even saw her. The woman moved away when she realised Jon and Richie was standing there.

The bloodied sight of Cheyenne ripped cries of shock and disbelief from the men. She was lying deathly still, but from the steady beep of the machine they knew she was alive. Another paramedic was administering oxygen to the still form, a worried look on his face.

“Im going with her.”

Richie patted Jon on the back.

“Be strong my brother. I’m going to stay here with the babies. I’ll see you later at the hospital,k?”

Jon just nodded, words eluded him as his eyes were trained on the love of his life.

Jon scooted over, sitting next to her bed. He took her cold bloodied hand and stared at the paramedic.

“How bad is it? There is blood all over.”

“Our greatest concern is her blood loss and the stab wound in her stomach. We wont know how deep the stab wound is until we get to the hospital. She has a fleshwound on her shoulder, a cut from her collarbone to her navel and another on her throat.”

Nick’s gaping wound swam into Jon’s mind and he shuddered. He licked his lips, bracing himself for the answer he was too afraid to ask, but knew he had to.

“Was she raped?” His voice was so low, the man had to leaned closer to hear the question.

“Unfotunately we will only be able to check for that in the hospital, sir.”

“Is there signs? For God’s sake you’ve seen shit like this before?”

“Her underwear was forcefully removed and her clothes was cut away, but I really wont be able to say, I’m sorry.”