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I look towards Dagger to see him grinning widely at me.
"He got it when you were in a therapy session; the second week, Hawk did it."
My eyes widen, and I look at the ink again before tracing my fingertip over the writing. This is his way of showing me how much he loves me; it's insane, but it makes my heart skip a beat. He's claimed me with his patch but also ensured I claimed him back. I'm in a trance when Doc comes back in. He smiles when he sees me tracing his tattoo; clearly, I am the only one out of the loop.
"Okay, the knife did nip his lung, but I managed to patch it up, and he should have a full recovery. It's the light duty for a little while, so Sophie, you need to keep his ass in line," I snort while the men snicker again because there's a fat chance he'll stay still for long unless he's sketching. "After about three months, he can return to normal duty, and you'll have to be his driver for about a month." This time, I chuckle while he shakes his head. "Take the Mustang when you go somewhere instead of your Jeep; it'll lighten the blow."
The men laugh before Doc's face turns serious, "how are you doing, Sophie?" I furrow my brows, about to say fine, when he puts his hand up to stop me while the men sit forward with concern, etching their features.
"I mean, with the fact that someone tried to kill you and your man—the man that's become your person, your heart, your soulmate—jumped in front of you and got stabbed instead. You've not long lost your Momma after she took her own life, and then you tried to take yours, so how are you really doing?"
I sniffle before looking back at Jackson, tracing my finger over my name. "Once he wakes up and I know he's fine, I will be good, but for now, I'm falling apart."
He nods before he walks over to me and kisses my head. "None of us will let you fall; do you hear me?"
I nod while the other men smile before I pay attention to my man again.
I need him to be okay because if he isn't, then I'll be following him. Momma was right; losing your soulmate is the worst thing that could happen, and he is my soulmate; I need him.
I love him.
Chapter 30
Ink
I groan a little. Fuck me, do I fucking ache?
I feel something heavy on my left side and slowly open my eyes before looking down to see my girl asleep on my shoulder; I smile until my attention is taken by my father's voice.
"She hasn't left your side since last night."
His voice is raspy from lack of sleep, and his eyes are red. I furrow my brows before Leslie comes to mind; she tries to stab my girl, and I get to her just in time. Fuck, the panic in her eyes when she realized I'd been hurt. I never want to fucking see that look again.
I tilt my head toward my dad; he knows what I want to ask, and he sighs, rubbing a hand through his graying hair.
"I shot her, just not fucking quick enough before she got to you. Fuck son." He shakes his head. "I felt obligated to her."
Now I'm fucking confused. "Why?" I rasp, my throat feeling dry.
"Because Travis' mom, Lara, was the one who got away." I sigh as he continues, "Fuck, I always wanted her. Always. But she kept turning me down; she saw what I was like and didn't want to know until one day; she finally fucking gave in, but I was seeing Leslie, and she had told me she was pregnant after I had slept with Lara after I'd finally claimed her and got her name tattooed over my heart."
I slowly close my eyes - shit.
He nods, "Yeah, then Lara told me she was pregnant, but Leslie got in my head; she told me Lara had poked holes in the condoms; she even went as far as setting her up and placing condoms in her belongings to make me believe her, and I fucked up because I did believe the lies and I told her to have an abortion; she told me to fuck off and left, and I fucking regretted it instantly.The next time I heard, she was dead, and my son needed me." He shakes his head again. "Leslie didn't want him, and after talking with Dead Shot, I knew I had to take him; he wasn't just mine; he was my first loves, my only love; he was half of her."
I clear my throat. "The baby?"
He chuckles. "She told me she miscarried; I checked her records after the truth came out with Shacks; she was never pregnant; she actually had a cyst on her ovaries; she would have had trouble conceiving." I chuckle and shake my head. "I thought she had changed her mind about Travis, but I was a fucking idiot and so fucking wrong. I believed everything she said because I felt guilty for loving another while making her my old lady."
I sigh again. "It's not your fault, dad. Did you mess up with Trav? Yeah, you did. But he's learning to forgive; if he wasn't, he would have told Axel to strip you of your patch."
He just huffs, "I don't deserve forgiveness."
"You do; it'll just take time." We both turn to Travis' voice and say, "And Momma never forgot about you either. Jewels told me she had your name tattooed on her rib cage; she loved you, Dad, and always did."
Dad sniffles heartbreak, etching his features before putting his head in his hands while Travis squeezes his shoulder before his eyes connect with mine, relief etching his features.
"Fuck, brother, it's good to see you awake."
