Skin Deep (Wounded Hero Series) by J B Younger Read Free Book Online Page A

whenever she was around. He was thirteen all over again, except masturbating was not helping him now. He found release but it was hollow and soon after his release, his cock was hard again with just the thought of her. No other woman made him feel the way Camille did. There was a light about her that seemed to call to something deep inside of him.

 
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
    After the doctor removed Camille’s stitches; he gave her instructions for caring for her wound and told her she could return to work as long as she didn’t over do it. They checked out and headed for the elevators. Camille noticed that Dillon was quiet as he walked her to the elevators he looked around taking in everything and everyone. He was a predator looking for any sign of danger.
    When they made it to the lobby of the hospital, Dillon pulled out his cell and called Trace. Dillon put his hand on Camille’s arm to stop her as he talked to Trace on the phone. When he was finished he put his phone back in his pocket, he took Camille’s arm and led her outside. As they stood waiting on Trace to bring the car around, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Something was wrong he could sense it. Camille had been talking to him and not paying attention. Dillon turned to lead Camille back into the hospital lobby, until he had a visual on Trace. When all of a sudden a dark blue sedan came out of nowhere, speeding and heading straight for them.
    Dillon pulled out his weapon and pushed Camille down to the ground, just as she hit the ground Dillon saw the gun. All he could think of was making sure Camille was safe. He dropped to the ground and covered her with his body as shots rang out and everyone began to run for cover.
    Camille screamed as bullets whizzed past her head. Dillon was like a heavy blanket; his body covered hers and shielded her from the gunfire. Once he was sure that it was safe; he jumped up and started running for the street. He got off a couple of shots before the car speed around the corner and was gone. He headed back to Camille, she was visibly shaken. Her big brown eyes were wide and her fear was palpable. He reached for her and pulled her into his body. She was shaking as she managed to put her arms around his waist.
    He spotted Trace running towards them with his gun drawn. There was medical staff everywhere helping people who had been wounded, the two people who had wounds that where more serious where being taken inside.
    Dillon stood watching all the carnage as the rage began to overwhelm him. It was like the war zones he’d worked in overseas, when he was in the military. Instead it was his home town.  The bastard had tried to kill Camille in board daylight in front of a hospital no less. Dillon knew deep down it was the same person who attacked Camille in the parking garage. The only difference this time; the bastard was becoming bold if he was willing to attack her in board daylight with plenty of witnesses.
    He tried to think through the rage, this attack was not the work of a professional that much he knew.  How was that possible? When the bastard had been so careful the first time. The questions where piling up, with no answers in sight. Having no answers didn’t sit well with him at all. It down right pissed him off. He needed answers; like what the hell happened between Camille and Bordereau. A simple break up wouldn’t have him coming all the way to the states to try and kill her. It was obvious Camille was holding something back and he needed to know what it was. Before the bastard succeeded in killing her.
    He flipped his phone and got Butch on the line. “Hey what the fuck is going on? I just heard
    On the police scanner that there’s been a shooting at the hospital.” Dillon took a deep breath to try to calm down. “Yeah the bastard tried to kill Cam while we were leaving the hospital, there are a few wounded and two that are critical. I need a pick up while I stay and give the