Forbidden Desire 18+

Chapter Eleven

My nostrils flare at his smug face. Sophia steps towards him. "What did you do?"

Jenson looks offended. "What did I do?"

"I saw you fucking around in the water and laughing with Brent. What did you do to her?"

When I think he's going to defend himself again he gives her that same smirk he gave Isabella seconds ago. "It was a joke," he drawls. "If she can't handle a joke then it's her issue."

"She almost fucking drowned. How much of an asshole could you be?" Sophia hisses in his face.

Maybe she's not as bad as I originally thought but I still don't like her.

I glance down at Isabella who looks a few shades darker than she looked before. "You okay?" I ask, searching her face for any visible signs of distress but she's taking a moment.

Isabella nods weakly. "Yeah," she rasps.

"The bitch had it coming," Jenson rolls his eyes.

I stand from the grass instantly and shove him back until he falls on his ass. My hands almost start searching for my gun but I stop myself because I know I don't have it on me. Instead I tower over him as he shuffles back. "Come near Isabella again and I will put a bullet in your skull and I will not hesitate to do it. You're lucky I don't have my gun on me right now because your brains would be splattered."

My eyes flare in his direction and people begin to step away from me after they hear the murderous tone in my voice. One of his friends attempts to pull him up as I follow him with narrowed eyes. Luckily for him he says nothing more because otherwise there will be two trips to the hospital.

Every inch of me wants to batter the stupid idiot's head in but at the same time, Lonzo told us to lay low and that definitely won't help if it starts floating around University for exaggerated gossip. It's the last thing either of us need.

Sophia stands there with an apologetic look on her face when she turns back to me. "Can you grab Isabella's stuff?" I demand. Immediately she nods and rushes to shove all her belongings into the bag that she brought.

When she hands it over to me I slide Isabella into my arms and carry her towards my car. Ideally we should wait for the ambulance to check her over but I don't want to put her on a public display for everyone to see. Isabella's head falls against my shoulder weakly. The fact she's not fighting me or even attempting to make a sarcastic comment means that what went down isn't something she can take easily. No matter how strong she wants to come across.

I take her to the nearest private hospital. I'm not taking any chances.

As soon as we're inside Isabella is taken away and I loiter around like an agitated demon. I know I have to call Lonzo and let him know what happened, his daughter is in the hospital and God knows if she's caused any internal damage. I'll call him when I know more information.

After an hour I'm called by the doctor outside Isabella's room. "We're going to keep her in for the next twenty-four hours to check on her. We want to make sure that there are no complications and that her breathing returns back to normal and that her lungs aren't damaged. So we need to observe her over this time."

I merely nod. "She's going to be okay?"

"Right now she's okay but like I said, we need to observe her just in case. Once the twenty-four hours have passed, we can give her the all clear." He offers me a supportive smile that I don't replicate. "Is there anyone we can call for her?"

My head shakes. "No," I say heavily. "I'm responsible for her."

The doctor's brows crease but he doesn't press. "Okay. You can come in and see her."