Brawn - Laurann Dohner [65]
“Get that human out of here,” Brawn snarled. “He is out of his mind.”
Trey cursed, bent and scooped Becca into his arms. She twisted when he lifted her up and jogged for the door. She watched in horror as Brawn and the male kept fighting while no one seemed to help him. Her mouth opened to yell that someone needed to pull them apart but by then Trey had taken her from the room and bounded up the stairs.
“Put me down.”
He panted, kept moving and ignored her order. He slowed as they neared the top and she was grateful for that because all that jostling wasn’t easy on her stomach or her bones.
“Rebecca!”
She’d know that shout anywhere as she turned her head, searched the crowded warehouse filled with team members, New Species and some of the teams medics. Trey halted and eased her down onto her feet.
Tim nearly slammed into her but he skidded to a stop before they crashed together, wrapped his arms around her and encased her in a hug. “Baby.” His voice broke. “Thank God you’re alive.” He rocked her in his arms. “Are you okay?”
Tears filled her eyes and she didn’t try to stop them as her face was smashed against her father’s shirt. “I’m going to be fine.”
“Get a medic!” he shouted, making her wince.
“I’m fine.”
“Sir,” a man reported, “let her go and let me see her injuries.”
Her dad eased his hold on her and she glanced at Bucky, one of the team medics, happy to see another familiar face. The redhead reached out, cupped her jaw and stared at her face.
“Let’s get her to a truck.”
“I’m fine.” She pulled away from his touch.
His gaze lowered down her body, seeming to take note of everything. “Are you sure?”
She stepped back from her dad, looked up at him and smiled. “I’m really okay, Dad. A few bumps and bruises but I’ll live.” Her shoulder ached and her head throbbed some from when she’d crashed to the floor but she wasn’t going to complain about that.
“Shit!” Bucky grabbed the back of her head. “You’re bleeding.”
She froze as his gloved hands touched something that made pain lance through her scalp. “Ouch!”
“We have helicopters about to land.” A New Species male stepped up to her father. “We’ll take your daughter to Homeland. Our doctors are standing by there to treat the injured.”
Tim shook his head. “I’ll take her to a hospital, Brass.”
The tall male frowned, glanced at Becca and addressed her dad. “That will involve your law enforcement. We’d prefer to keep this a Species matter.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you want.” Her dad’s temper showed.
Brass cringed. “They will want us to turn over those we’ve arrested here today. Do you really wish for them to face charges in your courts? They won’t be as harsh on the offenders, your daughter might have to go into a court to testify and we’ll have to explain why we breached this building without consulting them first.”
The idea of any of those monsters responsible for everything she’d survived getting a lighter sentence or a drawn-out trial had Becca’s temper flaring to life. She stared at the tall Species guy until he met her gaze.
“Your laws are harsher?”
“They worked for Mercile once from what we understand and they tortured New Species. They won’t walk away from that.”
That was good enough for her. “I’ll go with you.”
“No.” Tim gripped her arm. “I’m taking you to a hospital.”
She reached out and gripped his fingers. “I don’t want them to get away with what they did. I’m going with them to see their doctors. Let them handle this, Dad. Please?”
The loud sound of a helicopter came from outside and it seemed to land on the street or somewhere nearby. She tugged on her dad’s fingers to urge him to let her go.
“It will be fine.”
He opened his mouth but Brass held out his hand. “I’ll escort you myself and guard you. You’ll be perfectly safe, Miss Oberto.”
“I’m going too,” Tim demanded.
Brass took her hand. “Wouldn’t you rather transfer the prisoners to Homeland? Your daughter will be there when you arrive.”
The indecision on his face assured Becca that he was torn.
“Do that, Dad. Make sure they get there and are locked up.”
“I’ll be there