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Chapter 11
Blow
“They won’t give us any information on other patients, you know how hospitals work.” Ripper attempts to bullshit me, but I’m not buying it for a second. Anytime we’ve needed info on a patient, the club finds a way.
“I need to know if she’s okay. I have to know what happened to her with the wreck.”
“Not sure she made it,” he says and I glower. His hands go up at my menacing glare. “I’m not saying she’s gone, but who knows.”
I’m done with this. I won’t sit around here with my thumb up my ass if no one’s willing to be straight with me. I don’t give a fuck how banged up I am, I’ll figure it out. Sitting up, I swing my legs over the side of the bed. They both practically leap toward me.
“Woah, man!” Wrench moves to one side.
“Easy, brother. You need to rest,” Prez says from the opposite side.
Without considering the consequences, I swiftly reach behind Wrench, yanking the Glock from the back of his pants. I know my brothers are packing, they never leave home without some sort of protection. With no hesitation, I put the gun to Wrench’s forehead. “You think I’m fucking around? I said, where in the fuck is my woman?”
Wrench’s hands go up, his eyes flicking to our prez. I watch him out the side of my eye. I don’t think he’d try to take the gun from me, knowing I can pull this trigger fast enough to hit Wrench. Prez nods and Wrench exhales the pent-up breath he’d been holding. “She’s alive.”
“Keep talking, motherfucker.”
“Angel took her to a motel.”
“You better tell me where so I can go get my ol’ lady or I’m putting you down, you feel me?”
His eyes flicker to Prez once again and Ripper speaks up. “Take a right out of the hospital. She’s at the shithole motel down the road on the left. It’s the only motel on this road. Little diner beside it. Angel has her in room thirty-five.”
“Either of you have a cage here?”
“Yep, none of us rode up. Didn’t know how the roads were considering you were in a wreck. We both have trucks parked up front,” Ripper says and Wrench digs in his pocket, pulling his truck key free, holding it out to me.
I take it in my free hand, realizing I have to get the goddamn IV out to leave. “Wrench, grab my IV and rip the fucking thing out. You try to be smooth; I’m shooting you.”
“Now take it easy, let’s have a nurse come help you out of it.” My prez tries to rationalize, but I’m way past being patient or convenient. I know I need to get out of here as fast as possible before Angel does something I can never recover from.
“Now, Wrench. I’m not waiting around for anyone to see me with this fucking Glock. Rip the tube out and I’m going to get Spice.”
“Spice?” Prez asks.
“Yep. My ol’ lady, you failed to protect from Angel.”
“I told him to take her.”
Shaking my head, an angry chuckle leaves me. “Of course you did. After I told you I was claiming her, and she wasn’t a fucking snitch. I’ve given my life to this club, but fuck this. I’m warning you, if Angel tries any shit with her, I’m burying him.”
“You’d go against your brothers? The men who’ve had your back for years?”
“She’s mine. I love her. I’ll put a bullet in every motherfucker alive if I have to-to protect her.”
Wrench rips the IV free and I won’t lie, the shit hurts. I’m already fucked up from my wreck. My head’s banged up, my ribs are wrapped so no telling how many are broken, and my other arm is in a cast. Glad I don’t have to get on a bike right now because I don’t know how I’d be able to ride if so. My leg hurts like hell too. I have a long gash along the outside that’s sewn up with what looks like a hundred damn stitches. With the way my head and face feel, I’d guess there’s plenty more stitches in me that will be leaving some gnarly scares in their wake. I hope my Spice likes a scarred-up man, cause it’s my future. Go from pretty boy to fuckin’ Frankenstein and shit.
Wrench removes his heavy flannel jacket, holding it out to me. I gesture for him to lay it on my cast, then stand. I’m wobbly as fuck at first, but I grit my teeth as to not show weakness in front of them. I manage a few steps, skirting my bed to help give me some balance. Ripper moves out of my way as I go.
I close my room door behind me, pushing one arm in the jacket and tugging it over my other shoulder the best I can. My leg burns with each step I take, the stitches and bandages pinching and pulling with each stride. My head pounds, my hand’s screaming from the stupid IV which is ridiculous; I feel like a pussy for that bit hurting. It’s more irritating if anything. I probably tore up my vein pretty badly. I can’t feel any pain in my arm so whatever pain meds they have me on must still be masking that pain or my break wasn’t too bad. My ribs make it hard to breathe, which only fuels my pounding head, and in the end, I have no clue how I’m going to take on Angel if it comes down to it. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll fight with everything I’ve got if I have to; I just know it’s going to suck and be next to impossible to beat him. I have to shoot him as soon as I have the chance if he’s hurting her or comes for me, it’s the only way.
“Sir?” a woman calls, standing from behind her desk. She’s in scrubs so she must be my nurse.
“There’s some people in my room. I’ve never seen them before.”
