My Bad Boy

Chapter 9- Broken Boundaries

Ethan's POV Continued

We made our way to the West Side, but Austin and his crew were nowhere to be found. We started searching the area when we spotted three members of the Busshead crew. Austin was still missing. We charged in and attacked them. Once we were done, I grabbed one of them by the neck and lifted him into the air.

"Where is Austin?" I demanded.

"I don't know, you asshole," he spat.

I dropped him to the floor and turned away.

"Guys, I'm going to look for Austin," I said, walking out of the room.

As I made my way down the hall, I suddenly felt a sharp pain when someone hooked my jaw. I staggered back, groaning.

"Looking for me?" Austin's voice rang out, dripping with arrogance.

I snapped back into action, running up to him. I grabbed his arms, twisting them behind his neck, trying to break his grip. But he wasn't done. With a sudden movement, he used his free hand to grab my belt and hauled me off the ground, flipping me upside down. His weight came crashing down on me, pinning me to the floor. I struggled to get free, but it felt like I was stuck.

Then, with every ounce of strength I had left, I managed to kick my right foot into his back. He stumbled forward, falling to the ground. I immediately followed up with a punch to his nose, then yanked him up by his neck and slammed him against the wall.

I wasn't finished.

I delivered a swift, hard cold-cock punch to his face, feeling the satisfying crack of his skull. I pulled his head back with all my strength, and I could feel him start to faint. But I wasn't done.

I kept pounding him. He was a useless heap on the floor now, but I wanted him to feel every second of it.

Finally, after enough, I stopped. I couldn't bring myself to finish him off, but I knew he wouldn't be a problem anymore.

I walked back to East Side, my fists clenched with adrenaline.

When I got there, Jehu was waiting.

"Where's Austin?" he asked, his brow furrowed.

"He's taken care of," I said, my voice cold.

James looked at me, his eyes full of concern. "What about Emma?"

"Let's go," I said, walking toward the car.

I drove as fast as I could to the hospital, my heart racing. When we arrived, we jumped out of the car and ran inside.

"Where is she?" I asked the receptionist at the front desk.

"Who?" she asked, a little confused.

"Emma," I repeated, my tone sharper.

"Sir, you cannot see her right now. The doctors are still working on her. Please, have a seat," she said kindly, gesturing toward the waiting area.

We sat in silence, the tension thick in the air. Time seemed to stretch until a doctor finally came out and addressed us.

"Emma Stoner?" he asked, looking around.

"Here!" we all replied in unison.

"Emma is being transferred to the ICU. There were no major challenges, and she will be fine. However, you do need to speak with the police about what happened to her," the doctor explained.

We nodded, feeling a little more relieved, but the dread of what had happened still hung heavy. We followed him as he led us to Emma's room.