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“Of course, you stupid cunt, you didn’t think. Now, because of that bullshit, you’re fuckin’ dead,” I sneer, squeezing with enough force on her trachea she can’t breathe. I keep my hold on her there and watch as the light leaves her eyes.
Finally, I release her and turn away from her lifeless, hanging body.
“Prospect, clean this shit up,” Hammer commands and looks at me. “Two weeks, brother. That’s what we said for the timeline. I’m moving that shit up.” He releases a heavy breath and shakes his head. “I’ll talk to Avery and get her ready. This shit’s got to end.”
“Damn right it does,” Gunner adds.
“But let’s do it right,” Malice states far too calmly.
I nod and flex my fist. “I need to get back to Honor.” Without another word, I leave them all behind and make my way to the clubhouse, down the hall, and straight to my room. Only when I see her still sleeping form in the middle of the bed do I breathe easy again.
CHAPTER21
HONOR
Feeling uneasy, I walked into the doctor’s office, I decided I wanted to look into working for. It’s been a couple of days since what happened at the clubhouse, and I thought a lot about what that skank pulled. About what Savage told me, both before we went to the clubhouse and in the shower.
With how much he lost and overcame, I know I can do the same as well. I will.
It’s why my first step is to start working again, but that doesn’t stop my sense of unease. Savage brought me and stayed outside, considering the type of doctor’s office it is. I told him that I applied to work in a women’s specialist office that deals in high-risk deliveries. The look he gave me could only be described as a mixture of pride and pain.
Pride because I’m going back to work. Pain, I’m sure, is due to thoughts of Mary and their unborn child. I know it’s hard on him anytime he thinks about their loss. Hell, it hurts me just thinking about it.
Sitting in Dr. Goodwin’s office, I place my own hand over my stomach as my thoughts shift to what if I were pregnant. Then it hits me, but I don’t get to think more of it before Dr. Goodwin steps into the room.
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Honor,” she states, a smile beaming in my direction. “I’m so glad you called about the position.”
I’ve known Dr. Goodwin ever since starting at the ER. She’s been called in on several occasions when needed. I’ve always liked her and her ethics. The best part is her office is across from the hospital and not in the same parking lot.
“I was just thankful you were able to take my call.”
Dr. Goodwin takes a seat across from me behind her desk and takes me in, eyes not missing the fact I’m holding my stomach. “Now, are you here for the position or something else?”
“For the nursing position,” I answer and bite my lower lip. “But if you also have time, can you run a test for me?”
“Of course,” she says. “I’ve already decided the job is yours.”
“Really?” I blink, totally surprised by the announcement. “I have the job?”
“Honor, I’ve known you for a long time now. I know the way you work and that you care for all the patients that come through the door. You’re not stupid by any means, and you’re compassionate. That’s what I want in my employees. I think you’d be a great fit here. I always have thought that.” Dr. Goodwin pauses for a moment and sighs. “Now that being said, I did hear what happened with you being attacked. I need to know that you’re okay with working so close to where you were taken from?”
“It’s hard. It’s been extremely hard at times,” I confess, my eyes dropping to my wrists. “I have moments of struggling, but I’m getting better. I have a great support system, and they look out for me. I’m ready for this. Ready to take the next step.”
“Good, then we’ll get you started next week. Now, tell me, when was the last time you had a period?” Dr. Goodwin asks, changing the subject after telling me my start date.
“I don’t know,” I confess and furrow my brow. “It’s what I was trying to figure out. I mean, I’ve always been off. Never regular by any means.”
“When you were attacked, did they do any testing then? The tests you’re supposed to have done afterward to check you for any STDs or pregnancy?
“Yes.” I nod. “They tested for STDs several times now. Pregnancies no. I didn’t think about that. Not until the other day, but I remember they used a condom.”
“You know they’re not always foolproof.”
“I know.” I breathe. “I guess I was just praying that they . . . well, you know . . . that they worked this time.”
“Have you been with anyone before or since you didn’t use protection with?”
“Yes,” I whisper nervously. My mind turning over with the possibilities.
