Nicolas Garcia's POV
Shit! shit! shit!
I have to move fast before someone knows her. I have to make sure that she was safe and where else Camila might be safe other than in my hands and my house. After she blacked out, I had scooped her up. I shouted for Luis before he called for my car. He opened the door before we got in and sped off from the bar.
"Is she okay?" Luis asked me in Spanish. I cursed as I felt that her pulse was low. Someone got to her before I can stop them. Damn it!
"I think she will be okay but we need to move fast. Do you called for the doctor?" I asked Luis before he took out a phone and called my family doctor.
Not that I wanted to brag or anything, but with my line of work, we need to keep a doctor around us all the time and I think I never thought that I needed a doctor so much in my house where a woman was concerned.
Where Camila was concerned.
Shit, this was bad. A very bad sign indeed.
