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“You wanna tell me why you’re going to the hospital?” Blizzard snapped.
I cringed, I wanted Blizzard to keep an eye out for her just for peace of mind, but if I let him in on what was going on, I know he would storm in all crazy and Rose would freak out.
“Yeah … um … Rose just burnt herself. I just want to take her to get it checked out.”
“How bad?”
“Pretty bad,” I muttered.
“I’ll meet you there,” he said sharply.
“I really don’t think that’s—” I started.
“I’ll meet you there.”
The line went dead and I leaned back against the sink. Well, this just went from bad to worse.
Rose was going to kill me.
“Where are you going?” I asked Blizzard as he stormed past me with a serious look of agitation on his face.
“To the fucking hospital.”
I raised my brows and followed him out the front door to his bike. Grabbing his shoulder, and pulling him to a stop I said, “You wanna expand on that?”
“Chelsea called—”
“What?Why?” I questioned dread sinking in my gut.
He scrubbed at his face, eyeing me carefully. “It’s not her. Rose got burnt, if it’s bad enough to take her to the hospital, I wanna check things out.”
I smirked. “Man, you got it bad for this girl.”
He rolled his eyes. “Look, brother, Chelsea rang and asked if I would keep an eye on her. From what I can gather she’s got family issues. Chel seemed pretty worried. Now they’re off to the hospital because of some burn? Things just aren’t adding up.”
He picked up his helmet and placed it on his head, doing the strap up.
“You think she’s in some sort of trouble?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“I don’t know, but I’m gonna try and find out.”
“Can you hear that?” I yelled over the sound of his bike as he started it. His eyebrows creased together showing he had no idea what I was talking about. “I think it’s the sound a whip cracking!”
He glared, raising his hand and giving me the middle finger before pulling out at full speed. I couldn’t help but grin. Blizzard felt something for Rose. She was a sweet girl, pretty, smart, and from what I hear from Chel, a little on the dirty side. The problem was, she was unsure of the club and in Blizzard’s books—club would always come first, even over a girl.
I looked over at my bike, my body itching to climb on it and follow Blizzard to the hospital just so I had an excuse to check on Chelsea. I squeezed my hands into fists, fighting the feeling and forcing myself to walk back inside the clubhouse and head for the bar. I’d just downed my first shot when I felt a light touch on my back.
Sugar took the seat next to me. “Harlyn’s about to go to sleep, but she wanted you to read her a story.”
I nodded, not even having to think about it. I’d do everything and more for that little girl. Even at five-years-old she was smart, strong and independent. I may not be able to take credit for that myself—Sugar had done an incredible job raising our daughter in my absence—but I was fucking proud to be able to call myself her father.
Sugar stayed at the bar, ordering herself a beer as I headed off toward their room. I’d placed them in the same hall as my room, we kept a spare there especially for family. The boys knew that when there was someone staying there, they took their business elsewhere or to a club girl’s room so no one had to hear. I pushed the door open and smiled, spotting Harlyn sitting up, her tiny body dwarfed by the king sized bed she was sharing with Sugar.
“Daddy!” She beamed as she looked up from the iPad she was currently playing on.
“Hey, baby girl.” I kicked off my boots at the door and climbed up on the bed, settling myself in next to her. She didn’t waste a moment and was soon wriggling herself into my side. I enjoyed the moment, tucking her head under my chin and nuzzling her hair. It smelt good, like strawberry bubblegum.
“You just have a bath, kiddo?”
