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Chapter 307
Chapter 307:
Crawford was dragged halfway off the mattress. The violent upward pull wrenched his broken ribs with savage force. A deep, wet groan of pure agony tore from his throat.
But Crawford did not raise his hands to defend himself. He did not try to break Cole’s grip.
Instead, he tilted his chin up. His dark eyes locked onto Cole’s bloodshot gaze, and there was not a trace of fear in his expression — only razor-sharp defiance.
“Touch her?” Crawford mocked, his voice a harsh, breathless rasp.
He let out a dark, bloody laugh.
“I didn’t just touch her, Cole,” Crawford sneered. “I saved her life. I bled for her. Where the hell were you when that truck hit us p>
The words struck Cole like a sledgehammer to the sternum.
The absolute truth of the statement detonated a massive explosion of shame and fury inside his chest. Cole pulled his right fist back — the movement clumsy, hampered by the searing pain tearing through his back — and drove his knuckles forward into Crawford’s jaw.
The crack of bone against bone echoed through the room.
𝘈𝗰𝘵𝘪𝘃𝖾 𝘤𝗈𝗆mun𝗂𝘁у 𝗈𝘯 𝗴𝘢𝘭nоvе𝘭𝘴.с𝗈𝗺
Crawford’s head snapped sideways. Blood pooled instantly at the corner of his mouth.
But Crawford was a predator, even broken. He spat the blood onto the white sheets and shot his uninjured right hand upward, clamping his fingers around Cole’s thick wrist like a steel vice — a grip of pure, desperate leverage rather than strength.
The two men locked into a grim, ugly stalemate. Cole’s swings were weakened by the tearing of his own back muscles. Crawford, gasping through the suffocating pain of his crushed chest, could only deflect the blows, his body screaming in protest with every movement.
“What is your game, Love?!” Cole bellowed, wrenching at his trapped wrist. “What do you want from my wife p>
Crawford used Cole’s own momentum to twist his wrist, forcing him to bend forward. He stared directly into Cole’s manic eyes, and he did not hesitate. He did not hide it anymore.
“I love her,” Crawford said.
Three words. Spoken with absolute, terrifying clarity.
They detonated inside the small room like a nuclear bomb.
Cole’s entire world stopped spinning. The air left his lungs. Thirty years of brotherhood, shared history, and mutual respect turned instantly to ash.
A blind, roaring static filled his ears.
He let out a scream of pure, tortured rage, ripped his wrist free, and threw his entire body weight onto Crawford.
They crashed against the metal bed rails. The IV pole toppled and smashed onto the floor. Glass vials shattered. The heart monitor shrieked a continuous, piercing tone as the wires were ripped away again.
June had recovered from the impact with the cabinet. She took in the two men destroying the room and ran toward the bed, seizing the back of Cole’s ruined jacket with both hands and pulling against his massive weight with everything she had.
“Stop it!” June screamed. “Cole, get off him p>
Cole was completely lost to the violence. He felt someone pulling at him from behind and, without looking, drove his elbow backward to clear the interference.
His solid, heavy elbow connected directly with June’s collarbone.