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I knew nothing about that club, only the rumors and minimal evidence I uncovered with Bree. But knowing they worked with the mayor was enough.
My thoughts drifted to the words Hawk said as we left the hospital.I think they already know who you are.
Of course! It made sense. Even if the mayor hadn’t figured it out, Undertaker probably knew about me. Maybe he used my safety as a threat against Sadie. She would do anything to prevent the Dirty Death MC from harming me if she believed I was in danger. Even sacrificing herself.
Shit. Now I had a whole new set of concerns and worries.
On a whim, I pulled out my cell and dialed Carson’s number. No change. Straight to voicemail.
Sighing, I watched as Marcus crossed the room, talking to a few of his men. He ticked his head in my direction.
“Falcon’s here. He’ll fix Hawk good as new.”
“Uh, thanks.”
The biker who walked into the room wearing a Devil’s Murder MC vest seemed like he should be in a hospital wearing a white coat instead. He wore jeans and a shirt with thick stripes of varying shades of blue but none of the chains or chunky rings or piercings that adorned Hawk’s body.
Falcon walked to the bed, his gaze roaming over me from head to toe before he nodded. “You’re not injured. That’s good. Hawk wouldn’t like it if anyone harmed you.”
How the hell did he know that?
“I’m Falcon, as you probably guessed. I’m good at puzzles and first aid. If you’re here, you mean something to Hawk. That’s none of my business, but I’d like to check on him.”
I moved out of his way, settling on the opposite side of the bed to observe without being in Falcon’s way. “He got shot trying to protect me. We would have gotten out of there if I hadn’t been so stubborn.”
“Don’t lay the burden on yourself, honey. Those men intended to shoot Hawk, and they did. Not a single part of that had anything to do with you.”
I couldn’t agree. Guilt for taking too long to join him allowed those Dirty Death members to get close.
“I need to dig out that bullet.” He stood, gathering supplies from a bag he had brought with him. “Scrub in. I’ll need your help.”
I assumed he meant washing my hands and scrubbing underneath my nails, so I left Hawk’s side, slipping off the mattress. The adjoining bathroom to this room had an enormous double sink. Once I finished, I returned, asking how I could help.
“He’s going to be madder than a hornet’s nest. It’ll hurt and probably wake him up when I start. Be prepared.”
For what? I couldn’t hold Hawk down if he decided to react violently or push us away.
Falcon must have sensed my unspoken question. “If he wakes up, start talking to him. Your voice will soothe and distract him enough that I can finish.”
“Okay.”
“Do you think you can keep him propped on his side while I work?”
“Sure.” That sounded far more confident than I felt. Settling next to Hawk, I gripped his shoulder as he faced me. His body leaned in my direction, one arm resting between us on the mattress.
Once Falcon’s knife dug below Hawk’s skin, it didn’t take long for his eyes to snap open. “Fucking hell!”
“Stay still, you crazy fucker. I’ve got my knife in your side.”
“What the hell for!?”
“The bullet in your flank, far too close to your intestines, remember?”
Hawk grunted, his head flopping back onto the pillow. He stared at the ceiling for about two seconds before his gaze swept the room, landing on me. “Callie. You’re not hurt, right? You okay?”
“I’m fine.” Staring into his hazel eyes that seemed almost green today, I hesitated to move since I didn’t want to disturb Falcon and cause Hawk further pain.
“You look worried, beautiful. I’ll be fine.” He cursed, gritting his teeth. “Are you fucking done yet, Falcon?”
