Free Lincoln Hospital (Trauma #1) by Cassia Brightmore Page A

the case.  “Mr. Combs, my wife remembers your brother, please let her tell you what she knows, take the gag off and talk to her.  Just the gag, that’s all I’m asking.” Combs hesitated for a few minutes, the room growing more thick with tension if that was possible, but he gave in and he removed the gag from Hannah’s mouth.
    “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, babe,” she burst out, looking at Cian.  “I love you so much, I didn’t know, I answered the door and ah—” she cried out when Combs savagely ripped her head back by the hair.
    “Shut the fuck up, bitch.  You think I took that out so you could talk to him?  No.  You fucking tell me what you know about my brother right the fuck now.” Combs shoved the gun under her eyes, ignoring the way she squirmed and cried.
    “Hannah, babe. Look at me. It’s going to be okay, I promise.  Just look at me, and tell him what you remember about the case, babe.” Not being able to be by her side was fucking ripping Cian’s heart out.  He needed to get him distracted long enough so that he could make a move and get her the hell out of there.
    “R—Roy was a g—good kid.  He got in some trouble with the wrong crowd and took the fall for something he didn’t do.  I t—tried to get through to him, to get him to tell me who the real culprit was, but he was s—scared.  He took the sentence as a show of good faith to the crew he was running with.  I h—heard after, they put the hit on him not believing that he would keep his mouth shut.” Hannah dragged her gaze away from Cian and looked at Combs.  “He was a good kid, your brother.”
    Combs let a single tear escape and nodded his head once.  “Yeah. Yeah he was a good kid.”
    A small flutter of relief washed over Cian as he saw they’d finally gotten through to Combs.  All he’d needed was the truth and to know that someone cared about his kid brother.  It wasn’t so hard to understand in the grand scheme of things. Now all he had to do was—
    “You fucking knew.  You fucking knew he was innocent and you let him go in there anyways.  It is your fucking fault! Your fucking fault!” Combs screamed, waving the gun around. Cian rushed forward and grabbed Hannah, dragging her off the bed and shoving her down on the floor.  Furious, Combs charged forward swinging out.  Cian ducked and avoid the punch but not the tackle to the midsection and they ended up on the floor again.  He could see Hannah out of the corner of his eye frantically trying to get her feet untied.  Once she succeeded, he rolled over on top of Combs with all his might and started raining down punches.
    “Run!  Run, Hannah!” he ordered her, relieved that for once she wasn’t stubborn and listened to him.  Combs got his bearings back and rolled them back over starting to climb to his feet to chase her. Cian’s hand shot out and pulling his ankle was able to slow him down enough for her to make it out of the room.  Seconds later he heard her scream and scrambled to his feet wondering what the fuck had happened now.
    He didn’t have long to wait to find out as she was dragged back into the room by another man, a shorter, stockier man who also had a gun.
    “’Bout fucking time you showed up.  Get that bitch back in here,” Combs ordered, grabbing Cian’s arms and twisting them behind his back.  The second attacker complied, dragging a struggling Hannah back into the room. 
    “Oh yeah, baby, keep wiggling that ass against me, I fucking love it.” His free hand cupped her breast roughly as he ground his hips into her.  “You’re a fucking real wild one aren’t ya?  Bet you’re a dynamite fuck.”
    “Get your fucking hands off my wife!” Cian roared.  He managed to drag both him and Combs two steps before stars exploded behind his eyes once again and he crashed to the floor.  His vision swam and he barely felt the third blow of the crow bar come down across his head.  He got a brief glance at Hannah and