Beneath Her Bastard Boss

Chapter 66

Chapter 66

Blair’s first thought was that everything hurt like hell.

Her second thought was that someone was yelling her name with a kind of desperate panic she’d never heard before.

“Blair! Jesus Christ, Blair, open your fucking eyes!”

Roman. That was definitely Roman, and he sounded… scared? She’d never heard Roman sound scared. Pissed off, sure. Coldly furious, absolutely. But scared?

She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt like they were glued shut. Everything was spinning, and there was a metallic taste in her mouth that she was pretty sure was blood.

“Blair, sweetheart, I need you to look at me.”

There was something in his voice… a softness. It’s what made her force her eyes open. The world swam in and out of focus, but Roman’s face gradually came into view above her. There was blood trickling down from a cut on his forehead and there was a lot of blood on the top of his shoulder.

“There you are,” he said, and she could hear the relief in his voice even through the ringing in her ears. “Stay with me, baby.”

“What…” Her voice came out as a croak. “What happened?”

“That fucking SUV. They rammed us.” Roman’s hand was on her face, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. “Don’t try to move yet. The paramedics are on their way.”

Blair blinked, trying to piece together her scattered memories. Dinner with Roman’s parents. The long drive home. The black SUV following them. Then the impact–God, the impact. She remembered Roman throwing himself over her as the world exploded into spinning metal and shattering glass.

“Peters?” she managed to ask.

“Alive. Pissed as hell and bleeding from his nose, but still with the land of the living.” Roman’s jaw was clenched tight. “He’s get backup to meet us at the hospital so here can stay here and work with the police.”

Blair tried to sit up and immediately regretted it as pain shot through her ribs. “Ouch… That hurts.”

“I told you not to move.” Roman’s voice carried that edge she knew meant he was barely holding onto his control. “You hit your head pretty hard.”

“No, you told me to try not to move.”

She could hear sirens now, getting louder. The flashing lights were reflecting off what was left of their windshield in red and blue glare that made her headache worse.

“Did they get away?” she asked. “The people who hit us?”

Roman’s expression darkened, and she saw that familiar cold fury settle over his features. “For now. But not for long. Peters got a partial plate, and there’s a traffic cam on the corner. We’ll find these fuckers.”

be the driver’s side window, blood streaming from his nose but looking remarkably composed for someone who’d just been in a car wreck. “Ambulance is here. They want to get Miss Warner

immediately. “Roman’s bleeding

said, though the way he was

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not fine, you stubborn shithead. Your shoulder… that’s

voice brooked no argument. “You have a head injury.

concussion.”

“Again.”

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get to her. Her door was smashed in and couldn’t be opened. She caught a glimpse of their car as they extracted her from the wreckage. The back end was crushed like an accordion, the rear window completely gone. It could have been

the paramedics

called out as they wheeled her toward

a second stretcher despite his loud protests that he could walk just fine. “Peters, call my parents. And call Sutton and Keira. Don’t sugarcoat it, but don’t make them panic, either.” Roman

“Already on it, sir.”

closed, sealing them inside. The lights were dimmed, which helped Blair. Roman’s stretcher was positioned so they could see

intertwined with hers instantly,

inject some humor into the

about it. But we’re alive,

tighter. “Do you think this was him?

Roman’s voice was ice cold with controlled fury. “But they fucked up this time.

incompetent employees, at business rivals, at Dan for being a cheating piece

the pain?” the paramedic asked, shining

someone took a baseball bat to my skull,” Blair admitted. “And my

one to

“Seven. Maybe eight.”

to see

worry.

said softly, meant

You’re hurt because…” He didn’t finish the sentence. His voice was quiet but

“Roman-”

this reactive bullshit. We’re going on the offensive.” His gray eyes were hard

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