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The four men behind him moved forward with practiced coordination. These weren’t random street thugs- they moved like a pack with experience.
“Rebecca, now!” I called out.
Rebecca stepped forward, her posture shifting into something deadly. Her usually gentle demeanor vanished,
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The first man reached for me, but Rebecca intercepted him with lightning speed. Her fist connected with his jaw with a sickening c***k.
He dropped like a stone.
The second attacker swung at Rebecca, but she ducked smoothly and drove her elbow into his solar plexus. He doubled over, gasping for air.
The third man tried to grab Rebecca from behind, but she spun and caught him with a devastating uppercut. Blood sprayed from his nose as he stumbled backward.
The fourth man hesitated, seeing his companions fall so quickly. Rebecca didn’t give him time to reconsider. She advanced on him with predatory grace, landing a series of precise strikes that left him crumpled on the pavement.
The tattooed man holding Miranda looked stunned. “What the hell?”
The second man supporting Miranda released her and charged at Rebecca. She sidestepped his clumsy attack and swept his legs, sending him crashing to the ground.
Within seconds, all six men were down. Rebecca stood over them, barely breathing hard.
The tattooed man was the only one still conscious, groaning and clutching his ribs. “You crazy bitches broke my ribs!”
“You’re lucky that’s all we broke,” Rebecca said coldly.
I caught Miranda as she started to collapse without the men supporting her. Her skin. felt clammy and cold against my hands.
“Miranda? Can you hear me?” I asked gently.
Her eyes fluttered open briefly, unfocused and glassy. “Olivia?” she whispered weakly.
“I’m here. You’re safe now,” I assured her.
The sound of sirens grew louder as the enforcers approached. Red and blue lights began flashing across the bar’s facade.
Two enforcement vehicles pulled up, and four officers emerged quickly. They surveyed the scene with professional efficiency.
“What happened here?” the lead enforcer asked, his badge identifying him as Sergeant Williams.
“These men drugged this woman and were attempting to abduct her,” I explained quickly. “I’m Attorney Olivia Winters, and this is my security detail, Rebecca Frost.”
Sergeant Williams looked at the six men scattered across the pavement, then at Rebecca with newfound respect. “Your security detail did this?”
“They attacked us first,” Rebecca said simply. “I defended my client.”
The sergeant nodded, making notes. “We’ll need statements from everyone. Is the victim conscious?”
I looked down at Miranda, who had slipped back into unconsciousness. “Barely. I believe she’s been drugged with something strong.”
“We need to get her to the hospital mediately,” Sergeant Williams said, radioing for an ambulance.
“I want to accompany her,” I said firmly. “I’ll need medical documentation for potential legal proceedings.
The ambulance arrived within minut
The sergeant agreed. “Officer will go with you to the hospital. We’ll handle the scene here.” paramedics quickly assessing Miranda’s condition. They loaded her onto a stretcher with practiced efficiency.
“Her vitals are weak but stable,” one paramedic reported. “Possible drug overdose or poisoning.”
I climbed into the ambulance beside Miranda, holding her cold hand. Rebecca followed in our car with Officer
Martinez.
At Riverdale General Hospital, Miranda was rushed into the emergency department. I paced the waiting room while medical staff worked on her.
Dr. Sarah Chen emerged after an hour, her expression serious. “Are you family?”
“I’m her attorney,” I said. “The enforcers requested medical documentation for their investigation.”
Dr. Chen nodded. “We’ve stabilized her, but she’s been given a powerful sedative mixed with what appears to be an aphrodisiac compound.”
My stomach turned at the implications. “How long until she recovers?”
“The drugs should clear her system within twelve to eighteen hours,” Dr. Chen explained. “We’ll keep her for observation.”
Officer Martinez took detailed notes. “We’ll need the blood work results for evidence.”
“I’ll have the lab rush the toxicology report,” Dr. Chen assured him.
I spent the night at the hospital, checking on Miranda periodically. She remained unconscious but stable throughout the night.
The next morning, Dr. Chen returned with a folder of test results. Miranda was still unconscious, lying pale and still in the hospital bed.
“The toxicology report confirms our suspicions,” Dr. Chen said, standing beside Miranda’s bed. “She was given a combination of rohypnol and a synthetic aphrodisiac compound.”
Officer Martinez looked up from his notepad. “How much was administered?”
“Enough to render her completely helpless for several hours,” Dr. Chen replied grimly. “If you hadn’t intervened when you did, the outcome could have been much worse.”
I felt sick thinking about what those men had planned. Miranda might be difficult, but no one deserved whe nearly happened to her.
“When will she wake up?” I asked.
Dr. Chen checked Miranda’s chart. “Her body is processing the drugs slowly. She should regain consciousness within the next few hours.”
The doctor brought the report and stood in front of the hospital bed, telling me and the enforcer about Miranda’s condition in detail.
(Olivia’s POV)
After making my statement at the police station, I returned to Harbor City Memorial Hospital. The sterile corridors felt familiar now, having spent so much time here recently.
I pushed open the door to Miranda’s room quietly. She was still pillows.
Conscious, her face pale against the white
The wolfsbane had done serious damage. Her body was fighting to recover from the poisoning.
I settled into the chair beside her bed. Whatever our pa had planned for her. difces, no woman deserved what those rogues
Around eleven in the morning, Miranda’s eyelids fluttered open. She blinked slowly, confusion clouding her features.
“Water,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and weak.
I immediately reached for the glass on her bedside table. “Here, drink slowly.”
