Chapter 4
-:- VICTORIA -:-
What the hell! This guy is sitting here giving me a panty-melting smile, and I really don’t have any idea who he is. “Who actually are you?”
“I told you, I’m Chaos and I’m your boyfriend.”
“Look, I may have a concussion, but I don’t have amnesia. I don’t know you. I’m sure I’ve never even met you before.”
Grinning again, the asshole leans forward a little more, and he’s still hanging onto my hand. “Something happened that day that you dove into the river to save that kid. The parents are not acting like parents, and we are looking into it. By we, I mean my club brothers and me, but someone tried to put something into your IV line. We have him for questioning, so he’s not a worry anymore. Jack, our prospect, will be along and stay with you throughout the night…”
“Wow…someone came in here and tried to put something into my IV? You mean, like, with a syringe?”
“Yes, that’s what I’m telling you. Our medic is checking out what was in the syringe and until we know what the fuck is going on, we can’t leave you without protection.”
Shaking my head because this is making my head throb even more than it was when I woke up. I lay my head back onto the pillow and close my eyes a moment. When the guy doesn’t leave I open one eye and see he’s watching me closely. “I need to contact a friend. Do you know what happened to my phone?”
“No, we’ve never found a phone. I went with a female friend and got you some things from your apartment. Luckily, you had your driver's license on you, so we used that information, but we didn’t find a phone in your apartment either.”
“Oh, that is kind of you. Thank you. What did you bring?” I ask, and my eyes flick around the room to see if I can spot what he brought.
When Chaos stands, I nearly salivate. I guess he is 6'2" of corded muscle, dark brown hair streaked with sun-kissed bronze, and eyes like aged whiskey—warm but with a sharp glint. He has a short beard and mustache. Some would call it designer, but it’s not quite that close-cut. All-in-all he has a beautiful face. As my eyes drop I notice one of his arms has a full tattooed sleeve, shifting tattoos that ripple when he flexes. He is one hell of a good-looking man. Trouble is, he knows it.
Looking back at his face, I can see he’s noticed my perusal, but I’m not going to be embarrassed at checking him out. “Well, I suppose I could have done worse by getting a boyfriend while unconscious.”
He has no shame. He gives me another shit-eating grin before showing me the items they have brought from my apartment. I’m not staying here long, or I’ll be found, and I’m thinking that I must be found if someone has tried something already. I’ve got to contact Bethy and see if she is okay.
Before I can ask him anything more a doctor walks into the room. “Ah, you are awake. How are you feeling?”
That is the start of checking all my vitals, asking a million questions, and eventually giving me some pain meds for the terrible headache I’m wearing. By the time the doctor leaves my eyes are closing and I’m drifting into sleep. I notice Chaos has sat once more, and again is holding my hand. I murmur, “What is your real name? Surely your momma didn’t call you Chaos?”
“Vincent, Vincent Styles, but nobody calls me that. I’m just Chaos…”
Just Chaos…yeah I bet he causes chaos wherever he goes! That is my last thought before sleep claims me.
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“Do you think she’ll wake up soon?”
“I don’t know, but she took a nasty knock to the head so she may need this rest.”
“I brought her some fruit. Do you think that is okay?”
Who the heck are all these people? I don’t recognize any of the voices, and I have made no friends the last six months I’ve been here.
“Maybe Chaos will be back in time to introduce us.”
“Does it matter? We can speak for ourselves. Just got to say hi for goodness’ sake.”
“Don’t be mean, Amelia.”
“I’m not being mean, but come on, we can say who we are. We are not here to hurt the poor woman.”
“You three stop arguing, you’ll wake Victoria up. She needs her rest, and you know the doc said that she’ll be okay but has got to take it easy for at least two weeks.”
I can’t resist. I’ve got to see who all these people are. Slowly I open my eyes, and four women are standing at the foot of my bed. They are all giving each other dirty looks. Mild dirty looks, but dirty looks all the same.
Looking at the youngest of the four, I take her in. She’s quite small, around 5’4” I would guess. She has beautiful auburn hair tied in a low pony. But what I like about her is her warm, chocolate-brown eyes. They are so welcoming that you trust her immediately. She’s carrying a small amount of extra weight, but looking at her she’s not what you would class as overweight, just a nice covering on her bones.
