Chapter 52

I slapped Ashton's hand before he could reach his phone. "Okay, no. Let the cops handle 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 told Ashton, in case he misunderstood. 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, are you waiting for me to carry you?" That did it. I sprang up like my arse was on fire. "Nope. I'v