Becoming His Slave by Talon P. S., Ayla Stephan

much to offer, not even the location yet.
    Tate had learned not to give up intel until his men were finished with a scene. Harper had a habit of showing up and working off a scene for evidence faster than Tate’s own men. So now they kept him on hiatus till they were done.
    “Have you been to her place?”
    Harper shook his head, “Tate said he’ll call once they were ready to release the scene.”
    “I’m going with you.”
    “Figured as much.”
    Trenton’s eyes shifted at the sight of the young doctor approaching, “Which one of you is—” he glanced at the paper work on the clip board he was carrying, “Mr. Leos.”
    “That’s me.” Trenton straightened.
    “I’m Dr. Wheeler.” He shook Trenton’s hand, then returned it to the pocket of his white lab coat, “Well for the most part she looks like she’ll be okay. She went for a hell of a ride—”
    “Ride?” Trenton interrupted him.
    “Well, yeah, she was riding a motorcycle when she wrecked?” He shrugged.
    “She was chased out into the fucking streets by a serial killer you fucking moron!” Trenton had the doctor up by his white coat and shirt lifting his feet from the floor thrusting him across the corridor until they slammed against the painted cinder block wall. “The least you could do is have your facts straight before you go playing doctor on them!”
    Harper was tugging on Trenton to get him off the doctor; a foot planted heavily on the wall seemed to be his only means to establish enough countering force to budge him.
    The doctor was near panic, and pleaded for his release. “Okay okay—I’m sorry.” Wheeler held his hands out in submission, a pose Trenton knew well and he lowered the doctor back to his feet, “Look, we get a hundred people a day coming through here, and the paramedics just make brief notes leaving us to guess the rest.”
    “So how is she?” Harper pushed to get the subject back on track. He pushed Trenton back a step; just to be sure he wasn’t going to make another lunge for the doctor just for being ignorant.
    “She suffered a slight concussion. She has a broken jaw; we’ve reset the bone and wired it for now. Teeth look okay, but sometimes they fracture and you don’t find out till later so she’ll have to go in for regular dental checks—” he nodded debating a time frame for a moment, “Usually two years. Left shoulder was dislocated, she’s lucky the collar bone didn’t break, but it’s been braced as a precaution. Multiple fractures to the left ulna and outer three metacarpals and phalanges. We had to set pins and an exo-skeleton on her hand for that.” Wheeler stopped glancing back at his notes and took a long deep breath.
    “What is it? Was there something else?” Harper pushed for what the doctor wasn’t wanting to say.
    “The odd shape of the rearview mirrors on the bike made it a weapon on impact and when it pierced through the side of her lower abdomen it severed both ovaries, her uterus will heal fine, but she’s not likely to be having any babies.”
    “Miracles could happen.” Harper suggested trying to find better news.
    But the doctor quickly shook his head, “I wouldn’t advice it.” He glanced at his watch, “They’re bringing her out now. It’ll be another couple of hours before she comes out of recovery. But you can see her afterwards.”
    “And you’ll put her in a private room?” Trenton had already insisted on it.
    “No we’ll be keeping her in ICU for at least one night, we’ll run some CAT scans in the morning and see how she's doing then. We’ll keep her sedated for now, but she should come out of this okay.” And he turned and walked off without further comment or suggestions.
    “Sir?” A voice calling their attention from behind them.
    Trenton turned to find the nurse holding his credit card out for him; he took it returning it to his wallet. He felt sluggish, almost numb. He barely knew Katianna and yet he felt the hit in his chest all the