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Tobias
Painradiatesthroughmychest and shoulder as I struggle to open my heavy eyelids, and it’s as though I’m clawing my way back from a dark hell. My mouth is parched, my tongue is rough like sandpaper. At the same time, I wonder if someone put cotton in my mouth for how little moisture there is.
As the fog lifts, A steady beeping noise fills the room, and it’s as if fragments of memories come filtering back in time with each beep. A conversation turned violent, trying to get back to Owen and Bellamy. Owen dragging me into the back of High Card, Bellamy covered in my blood in the back seat of a car. Fuck. I have to get to Owen. The formerly steady beeping rhythm speeds up and becomes erratic.
What is happening? Forcing my eyes open, I try to sit up, but that sets off a myriad of beeps and buzzes, and I realize I’m quite attached to a hospital bed. I only have vague memories of being wheeled in on a gurney. Are Owen and Bellamy somewhere in the hospital waiting for me? For their safety, I hope like hell they are.
I grab the nurse’s call button and press it repeatedly.
A tall woman in scrubs rushes in and begins fiddling with the machines I’m attached to. “Mr. Thorne, welcome back.”
Thorne? I don’t have the energy to correct her. Maybe Owen checked me in under his name.
“Phone,” I rasp.
“You need to rest. Your surgery went well, but rest is vital. I’m calling a doctor to check on you now. How’s your pain? I can give you a dose of medication.”
I shake my head, which makes me see stars and my stomach lurches, making me realize I’m in no condition to leave the hospital.
“Emergency,” I say, as she shoves a cup of water in my face. My mouth is so dry that I drink gratefully, and nearly choke myself trying to swallow.
“Easy there. What’s an emergency?”
“Can’t say. But I need my phone.” My voice is still raspy, but I’m more confident in my words.
She looks at me skeptically even when I give her my most withering glare. Something about a hospital gown that my ass hangs out of keeps me from being intimidating I suppose.
“It’s important. Someone I love could die,” I say, trying to appeal to her another way.
She shoves the bedside table closer to me, and I spot a large plastic bag with all my personal items.
I fumble with the zipper on the plastic, and pull my phone out, praying there’s enough juice for a phone call.
Owen’s phone goes straight to voicemail. Fuck.
I dial Bellamy next.
No answer. I frantically dial the numbers of the other owners of the club. When they don’t answer, I move on to their girls, starting with Zara Bowden.
Someone answers on the third ring, but it sounds like they’re in a car with the window down. And it’s definitely not Zara on the other end.
“Owen?” Bellamy cries. There’s panic in her voice. Something is wrong.
“Vixen, it’s me. Where are you? Why are you answering Zara’s phone.”
“Tobias! You’re awake. What’s going on?”
I frown. Why is she asking me that?
“You tell me. Where are you?” I ask again.
“I’m trying to get to Owen before it’s too late. Bryce Cameron is somehow involved and they’re together.”
Double fuck.
“We’ll talk about your lack of sense later. Where are you going, exactly.” My throat is raw, and all this talking is wearing me out, but I have to make sure she’s safe.
She rattles off an address, but I have no idea where that is. “It’s a warehouse that the club owns,” she offers. “I don’t know why they’re there. But last time I talked to Owen, he was with Bryce, Victor, and Matteo. Luke was with me at his house.”
