Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Caesar aimed the speargun at the man’s thigh and pulled the trigger.
The asshole jerked and flailed around as soon as the spear was embedded in his leg. Caesar knew how bad it hurt. He’d been there. It was fucking painful.
The man was still fighting, though. He pulled a knife and turned to swing it at Kestrel.
Caesar used the speargun to knock the knife out of the guy’s hand before grabbing the sharp object that protruded out both sides of his thigh and wrenching it hard.
The man arched his back in severe pain, giving Kestrel the opportunity to stab him in the gut. Disarmed and severely injured, the man was no longer a threat, and Kestrel grabbed hold of his gear and yanked him toward the surface.
Kestrel was surely hurting for oxygen, and he was hauling dead weight, but he didn’t stop.
Caesar turned to find Hawking had stabbed the second diver several times. Blood was flowing out all around him, but he was still fighting. Phoenix had managed to get his speargun, and he held it up, threatening to shoot. Finally, the man lifted his hands in surrender, and Hawking grabbed him by the gear and pulled him toward the surface, too.
Caesar spun around to find Isla still at his back. Her eyes were wide behind her mask, but she didn’t seem to be injured or panicking. Zara didn’t either. Those two women had Littles in them who could giggle and play and make mischief, but they were also strong women with spunk and fight in them.
Caesar let go of the speargun and grabbed Isla by the shoulders, making eye contact. When she nodded, he set his forehead against hers and took a deep breath. They were going to be okay.
Chapter Twenty
“You’re bleeding,” Isla shouted. Rocco had pulled her out of the water first before helping Caesar. Isla was pointing at Caesar’s leg. He hadn’t even been aware that he’d been stabbed, ironically in almost the same location as the time he’d taken a spear through his thigh.
“It’s nothing, Little Fish. A flesh wound.”
She shook her head. “It’s oozing. Let me help you get your suit off.” She grabbed his arm and tugged, attempting to force him to obey.
Her efforts to move him to do her bidding would have been comical if it weren’t for the fact that Caesar was more interested in making sure everyone in his family was safe.
There were two police boats in the water, with multiple officers working to haul the injured divers out of the water. One officer had transferred onto Caesar’s boat at some point, and he hurried around everyone to get to Caesar. “Medics are on the way.”
“I’m fine,” Caesar assured him. “I’ve endured worse.”
“Caesar,” Isla shouted in a tone he’d never heard before. “Do you forget I’m a nurse?” She glared at him as she shrugged out of her wetsuit. “Get that suit off now before I have your men hold you down and cut it off,” she ordered.
He smirked but quickly sobered when he saw her expression. She’d never looked at him like that before. She was serious and concerned, not just as his Little but as a nurse.
He cupped her face. “Okay, okay, give me a second.” He glanced around.
The boat was crowded with the women trying to stay out of the way while the men helped Kestrel, Phoenix, and Hawking onto the boat. It looked like Hawking had been stabbed in the arm. He wasn’t paying any attention to it, much like Caesar. The man’s adrenaline had to be pumping just as high. He probably hadn’t noticed the wound yet.
Celeste did, though, and she ran toward her Daddy to grab his arm. “Get this suit off. Hurry.”
Hawking kissed her before doing her bidding and shrugging out of the top part of the suit.
“Caesar!” Isla yelled.
He jerked his attention back to his Little. She was furious. Not wanting to upset her further, he went to work, removing his wet suit while she turned her attention to Hawking. His arm was exposed now, and she grabbed it and leaned in close. “It’s not deep,” Isla told Celeste. “Are you squeamish?”
Celeste chuckled. “Not at all. I’m a scientist. I’ve been present for open-heart surgeries.”
Jack tossed Isla a T-shirt. Isla wrapped it around the wound and looked at Celeste again. “Hold this here. Don’t let him talk you out of it.”
Isla turned her attention back to Caesar, who was trying not to wince as he lowered the wetsuit past the wound. It stung, but it wasn’t too bad. The worst part was the salt water dripping into it.
“Sit,” she demanded, pointing to the bench behind him.
He dropped onto his other hip and extended his leg, never taking his gaze off his woman as she worked. She was fucking spectacular. Efficient, demanding, so in control.
Sometimes, medical professionals could keep their heads as long as the victim wasn’t one of their own relatives, but his Little Fish seemed to be able to ignore the fact that she was working on her own Daddy while she tended to him.