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Damn right I would, and I have in the past. They’re my family.
“Finally,” is sighed from the doorway and Prez strolls inside the small hospital room. He carries two coffees and looks tired. “We’ve been waiting for you to wake up. Gave us a scare, you cocky fucker,” he grumbles. “Bad enough you’ve been away without anyone else around, but then you had to ride when there was still snow on the ground.” He shakes his head and memories begin to hit me like a sledgehammer.
“Shit, where is she?”
They both look at me with raised brows. Prez asks first, “Who?”
“Don’t fuck with me, you know exactly who I’m talking about. She’s mine, I told you that.”
Chapter 10
Sydney
Waking up, I’m instantly groggy. Is it from the wreck? I don’t understand; I didn’t feel like this the first time. I even spoke to the doctor and everything. I’m banged up with some gnarly road rash, but I survived. I’m way better off than Blow, I know that much. I’d managed to bother one of the nurses enough for her to give me an update on him, but no one else would tell me anything. It was beyond frustrating after everything we went through with the wreck, but I get it. Still, sometimes patient confidentiality sucks.
Laying completely still for a moment, I attempt to collect my thoughts. I can feel the tightness on my skin from my wounds, the underlying ache of sore muscles from landing hard on the road. It’s not like I had a choice, I’d never heard Blow sound so terrified and in response I acted without considering anything else. He saved my life by telling me to jump; I know that now and will forever be grateful for his quick thinking. Without his snap decision, there’s a chance I may not have made it and could’ve left behind my precious girl, motherless.
“Ouch,” I hiss as I attempt to roll over and the sensation of blistering pain setting my calf on fire washes over me. The doctors said I hit my leg on the bike’s pipe and then the road further tore it up when I landed. Ugh, this sucks. I wonder when they’ll let me finally see Blow? They said he’s alive, but I won’t feel comfortable until I can see him with my own two eyes. Until then, I know I’ll continue to worry. Maybe I can sneak out and find his room.
Peeling my eyes open, I ignore the overwhelmingly groggy feeling coursing through me. Maybe some water or food will help. The anesthesiologist obviously has my dose too high, and I need to tell her to take me off whatever is making me feel so tired. Glancing around, I try to make sense of what I’m seeing. It’s no longer the hospital, but a hotel room. What is going on?
The man sitting in the chair positioned in front of the door has me pausing in my perusal to look him over, slowly. I know exactly who he is, and it takes everything in me not to freak the hell out. He has me. Turns out he didn’t even have to try, I made it easy for him.
“Angel,” I whisper, blinking a few times to attempt to wake myself up more. “W-what did you do to me?”
He glares. “Gave you something to keep you asleep while we left the hospital.”
This is so fucking bad. “You took me out of the hospital?”
His brow twitches, but I get nothing. Not that I need him to say it aloud, I can see for myself. He obviously removed me without any issues or else I wouldn’t be here right now.
“Are you going to kill me?”
“Depends.”
He’s not much of a talker, this one. Just big, broody, and a fucking asshole. “I have a kid, I’m a mother.” Not that I want him to know anything personal about me, but according to Blow, they already know a whole hell of a lot about my background. Assuming they don’t already know about Brisbane would be stupid. They probably have my history dating back to high school at this point. I can only hope me being a mother appeals to his humanity and he doesn’t brutally murder me.
His shoulder lifts, otherwise, he sits still. “Not my fuckin’ problem, is it?” Well, there goes my small string of hope I was desperately clutching to. Turns out the prick doesn’t have any humanity after all. If I were free, I’d shoot him right between the eyes so I’d never have to watch over my shoulder for him in the future. I’m supposed to preserve life, I am well aware of the fact, but mine and my daughter’s safety comes before all else. The department would be pissed if I killed him, but ultimately, I know they’d understand. The man fucking kidnapped me, for Christ’s sake.
I attempt another tactic. “Blow claimed me. I’m going to ask you again, are you going to kill me?”
“Depends on what Prez wants done. He gives the order, and you’re gone.”
His response infuriates me, and I lose it. “You fucking weakling. Can’t do shit yourself, can you? You’re nothing more than a puppet waiting for its master to pull the string. Big, strong biker kept on a fucking leash.”
He grins, flashing a brief glimpse of teeth and its pure evil. This man is scary as fuck and that smile makes him look deranged, not friendly. He doesn’t respond, choosing to sit silently and watch me. It’s unnerving and has every nerve in my body on alert. I feel every single pinprick of pain while laying here, waiting to see what his plans are. The underlying threat his presence holds has me sobering up quick, the medicine now resting in the back of my mind as my fight-or-flight tries like hell to kick in and I attempt to rein it in until I have more details of the situation.
“Stop the thinking, you’ll hurt your head.” He smirks. He thinks he’s funny.
“Fuck you, pet.” I sass back and he stands. I swear I want to piss my pants when the ogre is at his full height, his dominating presence terrifying while being on the wrong end of his attention. He glowers at me while he strides towards the bathroom. The moment he passes me, I leap off the bed for the door. I try like hell to run, but it’s hard when you’re injured and coming out of some heavy pain killers. I get two steps towards the door when his freaking bear paw grabs my hair. He snaps my head back so fast I land in a heap on the bed with a pained scream. I’m already sore from the wreck, to the point I feel like he just gave me whiplash.
“Sit the fuck down,” he orders and I scream in fury, sadness, and every other negative emotion currently drawing me in, pounding my fists into the bed while staring up at the ceiling in frustration. This motherfucker.
He continues to the bathroom, no doubt not worrying about me escaping because he just proved to me he’s faster without even trying. I feel like all the training I’ve been doing should’ve been leading me up to getting out of a situation like this, as I’ve been fine in the past. The disappointing thing is I don’t think I’m going to make it out of this unscathed, even with the extra training drilled in over the years.
He returns, grabbing me by the hair again, and drags me to the end of the bed. His hands move to my jaw, wrenching it open, and as soon as my lips part, he stuffs a bar inside, the taste disgusting. Ew! I instantly gag. He holds his hand over my mouth, wearing the same evil grin.
“Gonna teach that dirty little mouth how to be clean. Insult me again and your ass will eat two fucking bars of soap. You puke, and I’ll shove that shit back in your mouth too,” Angel promises before moving his hand away from my lips. He shoves my head aside, his move powerful and violent. He’s dominating, and he’s not afraid to show me I’ve pissed the big man off.
