Chapter 53

I slapped Ashton’s hand before he could get to his phone. ‘Okay, no. Let the cops deal with it. You’ve already gone full Godfather once tonight.’ I wasn’t saying I didn’t want Rhys to suffer. I did. I just wasn’t willing to risk Ashton catching a charge for it. When they dragged him off, Rhys already looked half-dead—blood all over his mouth, shirt soaked like something out of a bad crime doc. ‘Rhys isn’t worth going to prison for,’ I said to Ashton, in case he got the wrong idea again. He exhaled heavily. ‘Fine. I’ll leave the police to handle it. How’s your wrist?’ I rotated my wrist and winced. Damn Rhys and his gym strength. I didn’t say anything, but Ashton saw the sweat beading at my temple. ‘Right. Hospital. Now.’ I grumbled, ‘It’s not that bad. I’ll live. It’s late. Too much trouble to go to the hospital.’ ‘I’ll drive.’ His voice left zero room for debate. I still didn’t move, and he added, ‘What, you waiting for me to carry you?’ That did it. I sprang up like my arse was on fi