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“Fuckin’ shit. Ain’t had no pain relief, and I’m in so much pain with this arm!” Diesel spun on his heel and stormed back out.
Lio was still chewing out the nurse and manager.
“Arrest them. They’ve denied him medication. Celt’s in agony. Somebody get me someone who isn’t a prejudiced cunt and who knows medicine and not how to torture a patient!” Diesel roared his control, fraying.
Stunned nurses stared at him and then began scurrying around. Three got on the phone.
“Deal with this, Lio. I have enough shit on my hands. They’ve left Celt in agony because he wears a cut. By the time Chey’s publicity team deals with this mess, they’ll be lucky to afford soup!”
Diesel walked back into the room. Chey had now got Celt completely unrestrained, and the security guard had taken the cuffs off. Diesel jabbed at his phone and waited. He was too angry to talk.
Minutes later, two hulking shadows appeared at the door. Diesel looked across and saw Bat from Fallen Warriors and Lowrider from Rage guarding the room.
“Don’t let those pricks go anywhere near Celt. They restrained and tortured him with no pain meds,” Diesel spoke loudly as Lio glowed at the scurrying nurses. “No one goes in unless cleared by Lio or Chey.”
“Got it, bud,” Bat said with a nod.
“Need to find Pyro. If they’ve pulled this shit with him, he’ll burn the fuckin’ hospital down,” Diesel muttered, knowing all too well what Pyro was capable of.
He left the ward and cannoned into the doc from Rooster’s surgery. Diesel quickly explained what had happened, and the doctor led him to where Pyro was. Luckily for the hospital, Pyro was unrestrained but out of it on meds. Diesel texted Bunny the room number and informed Shee to get two guards on Pyro. Bunny arrived first, flying into the room and curling up beside Pyro, who was happily mumbling about how much he loved her. His brother would be pissed at knowing how sentimental he was.
Blaze and Hunter took up a stance by the door, and their vibes were dangerous. A nurse challenged their right to be there, and Diesel told her to shove it up her ass and speak to Detective Hawthorne if she had an issue. With Phoe preoccupied, they needed someone with clout. Diesel dialled a number he’d never used before and ensured that Andrew Wainwright, the congressman for South Dakota, was in the know. Andrew promised to tell Antony Parker-Jones, the senator for South Dakota, as he was closer. Meanwhile, Andrew would call the hospital and rip them a new one.
Diesel wearily walked back to the waiting room. Drake lifted his head and gazed at him.
“All okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Antony is an hour out. Thanks for calling him and not asking Phoe,” Drake announced. Diesel noticed Phoe was missing. “Phoe’s outside, getting some air. She’s got Slick, Axel, Fish, and Texas with her. She is safe, Diesel. Antony has the clout needed to kick some ass. Chance came out, Clio is stable and awake. The baby is fighting for his life. The nurses have high hopes for him. Chance said he’s called Dax Aston Drake Michaelson.”
Diesel tipped his head. His name was Aston. It was incredible the pres had named the boy for him. He knew why Chance had done so. It was his way of saying thanks and offering respect for Diesel stepping up.
Diesel nodded and turned to the door as Bear lumbered through.
Diesel had never been so angry at a brother until he peered into Bear’s eyes. He opened his mouth to blast him, and Bear held a hand up.
“We got the fucker,” Bear stated.
Diesel’s words fled.
“What?”
“Asshole hung around to see the damage. Tiny and I spotted him acting dodgy. We gave chase with Phil Gold, and we grabbed the cunt. Sadly, Gold wrenched his ankle and fell behind. Tiny accidentally fell on the prick.”
Drake and Diesel both snorted.
“With Tiny’s height and weight, he had a few bruises when Gold caught up. He’s been nicked. Tiny and I had to give statements so Gold could hold him. Otherwise, we could have been chasing anybody. And Tiny had to access the cloud to get the footage of him placing the bombs. Got two lovely shots of his face. The fucker’s cooling his heels downtown while the cops decide whether to charge him with terrorism,” Bear said.
“Where’s Tiny?” Drake asked.
“At the cop shop. He’s making sure the fucker doesn’t walk. If he does, Tiny and Sunny will nab him,” Bear replied. His eyes searched Diesel’s face, and he reached out and squeezed Diesel’s shoulder.
“Hawthorne women are behind me laden with bags, brother. Let’s get you a coffee, and you can update me,” Bear said gently.
Diesel nodded and let his VP lead him somewhere quiet.
Diesel watched as, two by two, Hellfire went and saw their pres and old lady. They never spent more than ten minutes, but all returned more hopeful.
