unForgivable (An inCapable World Novel Book 2) by Sara Hubbard Read Free Book Online Page B

going anywhere, but Mickey might very well be. I take his hand in mine and caress the back of it. I caress the top of his head, too, moving his wiry gray and black hairs out of the drying blood sticking to his scalp. I’ve never felt so alone in my life. Or so vulnerable. Growing up, Mickey was always the protector. No one touched me or messed with me because of the threat of Mickey—a hired gunman to one of the biggest crime families on the upper east coast. And if the threat of him wasn’t enough, if someone hurt me—emotionally or physically—he took action and they lived just long enough to regret it. I never agreed with his methods or how he’s lived his life, but I have to admit, growing up I felt safe. He gave that to me—him and Mona…and Declan.
    Minutes feel like hours and Mickey is fading fast. I fear Carrie will never get here. I pick up my phone again, knowing I can’t wait any longer for help when Carrie’s old sedan finally comes barreling down the road, dust kicking up around her. I leave Mickey and run up to the road to flag her down. She drives so fast that when she stops, the wheels spin out and she fishtails into the opposite lane. She doesn’t bother to correct it. She’s out of the car and by my side and I breathe a sigh of relief. I have no idea what’s next, but I’m confident Carrie’s got a plan. If not, we’ll be at the hospital within thirty minutes, twenty the way she drives.
    After she helps me carry my uncle to the backseat of her car, she races down the highway, taking turns so quickly I clutch at my seatbelt for fear we might tip over again. I glance over my shoulder every few seconds, each time breathing a sigh of relief to see Mickey’s chest still rising and falling.
    “He’s lost so much blood,” I say. “I just don’t know if he’ll make it.”
    Carrie chews at her lip as she swerves to avoid a cat darting across the road. She narrowly misses him and I let out a curse. “Jesus, Carrie. That’s if we even get there in one piece.” Wherever we’re going . I assume at this point it has to be the hospital, but then she zooms right by it. “I hope you have a plan, or some secret doctor boyfriend I don’t know about.”
    “Don’t worry. I got it under control.”
    “I hope so, because if the Dantes find us we’re as good as dead.”
    “Dantes?” she says, her eyes wide. “What the hell happened?”
    “I’ll tell you everything. Just not right now, okay?” And what’s to tell? Mickey never got to fill me in, either. I’m in the dark as much as Carrie is.
    “Where are we going?” I ask.
    She chuckles nervously and shrugs her shoulders. I know that look and I don’t like it.
    “Carrie?”
    She hesitates before glancing at me from the corner of her eye.
    “Carrie!”
    “Relax, I have it covered, okay?” When I groan at her, she follows up with, “Have I ever let you down?”
    Has she? Probably. Though at this moment, I can’t think of a single instance and she is my best friend. Whatever she has cooking, she has to believe it’s for my own good. I don’t trust many people, but her? Yeah, I would follow her off the edge of a cliff if she promised me there was something soft to land on.
    Mickey moans in the back. He’s conscious again—barely. He coughs and sputters and blood bubbles from his mouth. “Fuck.” I slam my head back against the head rest. And then again. It doesn’t take a genius to know blood coming from his mouth is bad—really bad. Internal bleeding, for sure.
    We continue into the East End. Not good. That is exactly where the Dantes rule and I can’t be seen here. For a moment, I panic and wonder if my trust is misplaced. I can’t help it. Look who my family is. Mickey and Mona always told me trust no one but yourself and maybe they were right.
    Just before we get to The Pipeline, and I’m about to pee in my pants, we make a left down a street I wouldn’t walk on in the day, let alone the night. “Carrie, you better start