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“It’s cold out here.”Shivering, I pull the heavy plaid blanket around our shoulders as we sit at our lookout spot.
SJ says nothing, and I glance over at him. He looks worried and lost in thought. I stare at him for a while, and he looks like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“What are you thinking about?” I slide my hand into his.
He looks at me and smiles, but it seems sad. “You.”
“Why do you look so sad?”
“I’m not sad,” he says.
“Then what’s wrong?” I nudge his shoulder and lay my head on his arm.
“The biggest problem I have right now is that I only have one lifetime, Callie. And that’s not nearly long enough to be with you. You’re my forever.”
“SJ, I’m not going anywhere,” I assure him. “We’ll be together forever.”
now
“Where were you?” I demand as I stare at Thad incredulously. This monster just casually waltzes into the ER as if he didn’t just try to kill my family. He was on call yesterday and left us hanging when we had multiple traumas. Because we both know where he was.
He glares at me with disdain. “I don’t have to answer to you, Callie. I’m the attending here. You’re…temporary,” he says with a smirk. “Verytemporary.”
“Where were you?” I follow him, demanding an answer. Because I know where he was. And this time, I won’t back down. Nobody messes with my family. And by family, I mean SJ, Sam, and the club. All of them.
“Stop talking.” He rolls his eyes in annoyance and waves me off with his hand like I’m a fly.
No one is near, so I continue to question him, not even caring about the consequences because I’m so angry that I can barely see straight.
“Were you involved in the accident?” I demand. I know I’m crossing the line now by directly accusing him, and there’s no going back. My body radiates with anger and defiance. “Where’s your car, Thad?”
Spinning, he gets in my face and pushes me up against a wall. “And if I was? What are you going to do about it?” He glares at me, his face inches from mine. “Tell the hospital on me? I don’t think so,” he says smugly, his pupils dilated. He’s high on something. I can see it now. God, why couldn’t I have seen it before? How many patients has he treated while high? How many times has he driven under the influence? How many people has he almost killed? Bear and Sam could be dead right now because of him.
I don’t back down. “The police said a silver Corvette hit two of my patients last night. When the cops find your car, they will compare it with paint chips from Bear’s and Sam’s bikes and easily identify you. You had better hope the police get to you before the club does. You might just be safer in jail at this point. You won’t get away with this.” I glare at him with satisfaction, knowing the hellfire that will rain down on him.
His eyes flare angrily. “Nobody cares about your scooter trash.” He squeezes my shoulders roughly, and I wince and turn my head, his face too close to mine. “Plus, they’ll never find my car,” he whispers.
“Are you high?” I press, glaring at him, and he squeezes harder.
“What’s going on here?” Ramie demands. He releases me, and I slink down, wincing in pain from where he roughly squeezed me.
“Get back to work,” he seethes at Ramie, whose eyes are wide with alarm and anger. “And you.” He turns to me and smiles eerily like nothing just happened. “Your days are numbered here.” He gives me a big cocky smile before he turns and saunters out of the room, straightening his white coat.
Ramie’s on me as soon as he’s gone. “Are you okay?”
I shake my head, angry tears in my eyes. “No, I’m not.”
“We need to report this, Callie.”
“I’ll make a few calls,” I say as I swipe the angry tears from my eyes. A part of me wants the club to handle this before the police do. Thad may think he has the upper hand here, but he has no idea the pile of shit he’s just stepped in. I won’t get SJ involved because he just got the coaching position, and I want him to stay out of it. But I know the club will handle this. This is what family does. We take care of our own. And the club is my family, too.
twenty-eight
SJ
Then
“It would bea shame for your dad to lose all of this, son,” a voice calls from the shop door.
