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“Calm down, baby. Dante found you and called the ambulance. Gabriel is here at the hospital in another room on a different floor, per the Sons request,” I respond.
“So he’s alive?” I nod my head as she grabs her chest, sighing with relief.
“Do you know who shot you, Trouble? Was it King?” Jax questions moving from his chair to the bed.
Angel shrugs her shoulders. I watch as her face falls looking defeated. “Hey, it’s okay. You’ll remember something. And if not, we’ll, we will tear this world apart to figure it out,” I tell her.
“I can’t remember anything. My mind is still foggy. I just remember hearing the first shot and watching blood seep from Gabe’s chest,” Angel pauses to clear her scratchy throat, her eyes darting between Jax and I with worry as she sips more of her water.
“Then jumping in front of Gabe and being shot. After I fell to the ground I heard more gunshots, then Gabriel was there—laying beside me, not moving,” she sobs, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I tried to get to him but I couldn’t move,” she cries.
She willingly jumped in front of a bullet for that dirt bag? I want to ask why but the words won’t come out. I sit back in my chair and stare out the window confused. How could she throw her life away for that piece of shit?
I’ve been sitting her going insane thinking about who hurt her and now come to find out, it was a choice—her choice. Whoever it was went after Gabe and Angel was collateral damage.
Jax wraps her in his arms, my eyes dart over spying their every move. How can Jax be okay with this? My stomach is in knots thinking how we almost lost her, forever!
“Hey, it’s okay. You’re alive. That’s all that matters right now.” He says, cradling her head between his hands before she grabs a hold of his shirt, and tugs him to meet her lips, kissing him softly.
My heart flutters looking at them together, knowing he cares and loves her as much as I do. I can’t help it, but a little ping of jealousy bounces through me.
I wish that was my lips on her and then that jealousy turns to envy in an instant as she slides her hands roam freely over his body.
“I love you, Jax.” Her voice comes out hoarse and scratchy, but I can hear the truth in her words.
“I love you too, baby,” he responds with another swift kiss. “You’re my whole world, Trouble, and I thought I lost you. Don’t ever do that to me again. I won’t be able to handle it. I won’t be able to live. I need you by my side, forever, always. Promise me,” he begs, kissing her between each declaration of truth and love.
My heart bleeds with the need to hear those words directed at me, but I won’t steal their moment. I can’t do that to either of them. Instead, I move away from the bed and head towards the door.
“Luck, wait,” she pleads, stretching her hand in my direction, waiting for me to grab onto it. I swipe my hand down my face not knowing what to do here. If I stay, I’m in for a world of heartache, and if I leave, I know I’ll be breaking hers.
“It’s okay, Angel. I’ll give you two a minute, I just need some air.” I reach for the handle to leave again. My heart is breaking, my chest physically hurts right now and I need to get out of this room.
“Lucas Alexander Newman, don’t you dare leave this room. I just almost died and I will not have you running away from me when I need you the most,” Angel demands.
I ball my fists up at my side, trying to let go of the bitterness and resentment inside of me. I can’t handle the rejection not after almost losing her, my head drops to my chest, guilt flooding my system.
“Fine, but don’tevercall me by my government name again. You know I hate that name,” I say, lifting my eyes to give her an evil glare which makes her laugh. No one ever calls me by that name–it’s my father’s name and I despise the man with everything in me.
Angel doesn’t say anything, she just stares at me stoically with her head tilted to the side and her hand held out. I move away from the door, taking her hand in mine. As soon as our fingers lock she pulls me onto the bed beside her. I go down easily, having missed the feel of her in my arms.
“Hold me, Luck. I need to be in your arms right now.” I adjust myself on the bed, wrapping her in my arms.
Well, how can I deny her when she says it like that’s the only place in the world she wants to be?
Jax chuckles as he walks over to the couch where Brenda is sleeping like the dead and wakes her.
Brenda awakes with a startle. “What’s wrong? Is Angel alright?” she asks, scrambling to her feet, taking one look at Angel and bursting into tears. Brenda crawls into the hospital bed, tugging Angel into her arms and holding her tight.
I try to move away, but Angel’s hand lands on my thigh, giving it a squeeze. I take that as my warning not to go anywhere–so I don’t. Lying back on the bed, squished between the bedrail and Angel, I breathe a sigh of relief.
Angel needs me as much as I need her and there’s nowhere else on the planet I’d rather be than laying right here with her in my arms.
Jax heads toward the door. “I’m grabbing us some coffee, then we need to talk,” he says as he leaves the room.
Brenda gets up to follow him. “I need to make a few phone calls, sweetheart. I’ll be right back. Luck, take care of our girl.” She leans down kissing Angel on the forehead, grabs her purse and takes off in a hurry, leaving the two of us alone.
Angel curls up in my arms and I’m careful not to hit her IV as she tries to adjust herself in the bed. “Luck, you know I love you, right? I need you more than I need air to breathe.” My chest constricts. Is this the ‘you’re my best friend’ talk because if it is then I’m not ready to hear it. I know my role and I’ve played my part, but that hasn’t stopped me from wanting more.
