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“She’s perfect,” I say instinctively. “I’ll give you a minute with her,” I say and leave when she nods and turns to chat softly with Willow’s unconscious form.
I dip into the waiting area in the middle of the hospital for some privacy and call Ace. He doesn’t answer, so I try Dix.
“How’s Willow?”
“Fine,” I say and give him a quick review of what Nova told me earlier. “Listen, something isn’t sitting right with me. The bullet that hit Willow was dipped in poison from a South American frog.”
“South American?” From the tone in his voice, I know he’s thinking what I’m thinking.
“Yeah. But they either had to have followed us from Club Dynasty, or someone told them we were asking questions about Sandee. Who apparently was fucking Nogales.”
“Okay, I feel ya, brother. Let me see if I can pry Ace away from Kenna, and I’ll get back to you soon.”
“All right. Thanks,” I say before ending the call. But back in the room, I find Ms. Martinez crying over Willow. I go to her and put a hand on her shoulder.
“My poor baby girl,” she sobs.
“She’s going to be fine,” I assure her. “Doctor says she needs as much rest as possible to help her heal.”
A chime sounds, and it’s like a flip switches on Willow’s mom. She pushes out of the chair, casting one last look at her daughter with a sad smile. “My shift starts soon, and I need to grab my uniform.”
“Visiting hours are just about over anyway,” I say, moving the chair for her. “Why don’t I walk you out?”
She smiles and nods. “You gonna worry about me until Willow is well enough to take over again?”
I nod. “Something like that.”
She rolls her eyes, a move that reminds me exactly of Willow when she’s annoyed or exasperated or even receiving a compliment.
“All right,” Mrs. Martinez says. ‘Who am I to turn down protection from a handsome man who clearly thinks my daughter is as special as I do?”
“She is pretty damn special.” And she didn’t deserve to get fucking shot.
After getting Ms. Martinez into her car, I jump on my bike and take off for a ride to clear my head before returning to the clubhouse.
My bike eats up the road while my mind churns at all the shit that’s gone down recently. Devon and Jordi are dead, and Havana murdered beside them. Willow taking a bullet to the back. And for what, a little bit of weed and some guns?
It’s un-fucking-necessary, and these fucking guys seem so willing to end a life over such insignificant shit. Sure, it’s how we make our money, and none of my brothers are opposed to kicking ass when necessary or taking a life when it needs to be done. But this? it’s something else altogether.
It's fucking bullshit, is what it is. End of story.
When my thoughts don’t calm down, don’t settle into something less than white-hot anger, I know it’s time to get back to the clubhouse.
Riding by myself any longer will either cause an accident or force me to do something stupid, something that might make it, so I’m not there when Willow finally opens those pretty blue eyes.
I ride past Club Dynasty just to see what the fuck is going on this time of day. The idea of a connection between Nogales and the cartel won’t let go. Even without proof, I’m pretty sure there’s some kind of connection, but that’ll have to wait.
“Oh, shit,” I say, and put on the brakes as I spot a familiar bike.
It's a little banged up, but the leather and chrome bike with red script across the fuel tank and fender that saysIron Kings 4 Lifetells me I’m right.
“Call Ace,” I grunt into the speaker inside my helmet, a broad smile spreading across my face as I make the first available turn after the club.
“I thought you were waiting for Dix to call you back,” Ace growls into the phone.
“I was waiting, but then Lady Luck paid me a visit.”
“Explain.”
