Thick as Thieves | j.b. a.g.

Chapter Thirteen

-Justin's P.O.V.-

My heart went numb. Was the words I'm hearing even real? Was I just imagining all of this? There's no way she's hurt. My dear capture can't be in this situation. She did nothing to deserve this. None of this was her fault. Was this my karma? I've been doing good things lately, though. I haven't killed people in months. I'm nicer than I've ever been.

"Justin?" Derick said, breaking through my thoughts.

"I'm on my way."

I hung up the phone and made a sharp U turn, ignoring the honking horns of angry people because my light was red. But I didn't care at the moment. I only cared about getting home to Acacia. My mind was spinning. Everything was blurry. Not because I was crying, but my mind was in a haze. I was more angry at myself than anybody. I should've been there with Acacia, not helping Jason get his shit together. He is the last person that deserves any good in his life.

I hit the steering wheel with my fist, flooring on the gas. What could possibly be wrong? Did she not eat enough vegetables? Is the baby hurting her? Will our baby be okay? So many questions and not enough answers.

I pull up to the mansion and storm out the car. I run as fast as I can to the front door, but it seemed like no matter how fast I ran, I was never fast enough. I can't get to Acacia fast enough. I burst through the front door, breaking through my gang surrounded around her.

I kneel down beside her, gently but firmly tapping her face. 

"Acacia, baby, speak to me." I practically beg. She was out cold. She was still breathing, but it was very low.

"What should we do, boss?" Flash asked.

I glared at him. 

"Call 911, you fucking idiot! We're losing time!" I spat. 

I know I shouldn't be rude to them, but I'm upset. I have every right to be. The love of my life is unconscious and they didn't even bother to call the cops.

"We can't do that, Justin. We're killers, for God's sake!"

"Shit!" I groan.

I pick Acacia up in my arms. She was still so beautiful even though she was so weak and pale. 

"What are you doing?" Dash asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking her to the emergency room."

"But how? You're identity isn't well hidden." Derick countered.

"I'll take her to a hospital faraway from here then if that's what it takes."

I ran to my car. I laid her in the backseat, make sure she was safe and secure. 

"I'll take care of you, baby girl. Hang in there." I reassure her before placing a delicate kiss on her forehead.

I got into the front seat and backed out the driveway. I sang her lullabies to relax her and the baby. Well, more for me. Anytime Acacia would cry or feel frightened, I would sing her songs. She would stop crying in under two minutes to my sweet melodies. This has to keep her here. I know it has to.

I sped out of Ontario. I was well-known here. I had better chances on helping Acacia outside of Ontario than inside. Her breathing was still light and time was ticking. I felt like I was in a action movie and a imaginary bomb was counting down. Time was cutting short and so was my patience. I needed to be at the hospital now.

It took me forty five minutes to find the nearest hospital in Manitoba. I parked my car and quickly picked up Acacia. Her slight breathing wasn't even noticeable anymore.