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“Is Zeke going to go to the hospital?” Goldie asks, her blue eyes wide.
I snort before answering. “No way. We don’t do hospitals.”
Goldie’s eyebrows furrow, causing her forehead to wrinkle, and I’m compelled to explain further.
“But Doc is arealdoctor,” I continue. “He still works shifts at the local hospital’s emergency room and he’s got it set up here so that he can handle anything.”
Goldie takes a breath and her shoulders relax. I guess I’ll have to go a bit easier on her. She’s not used to the outlaw life, this miss goody two-shoes.
“How did you know how to help Zeke, anyway?” I ask bluntly. Goldie shrugs before answering, and the hint of blush on her cheeks makes her even prettier.
“Oh, I’ve taken some nursing classes,” She answers before rolling her eyes. “It wasn’t for me, but nursing was one of the few things my father approved of.”
I nod. It’s a story I’ve heard before. In fact, it’s the kind of thing that I grew up with. If you’re female, you don’t have many choices. Maybe you can become a teacher or a nurse. Unless you’re immediately married off, which will end up as your ultimate fate, eventually.
“And you didn’t just want to get married?” I ask, my lips turned into a knowing smirk.
Goldie looks over at me, surprised. “No,” She says slowly, shaking her head. “And I don’t just want to get married.” Her expression is stiff.
“What do you want to do?”
Goldie sighs as she stares at the ceiling with a faraway look in her eyes. “I don’t know,” She answers, but she won’t turn her head to look at me. “I just wanted one night to feel free.”
As much as I want to deny it, I’m beginning to see some similarities between myself and Goldie. I wanted to feel free once, as well, and I have the scars on my back to remind me. Maybe I was wrong about her. Maybe Goldie is different.
I don’t know what else to say to her, but fortunately there’s a knock on the door to interrupt the silence. The door swings open and Rex rushes inside.
“Good news,” He announces, walking over to join us on the sofa. “Doc says that Zeke will be just fine.”
Goldie lets out a sigh of relief and Rex grins as he collapses into the seat next to her. I grit my teeth, annoyed that Rex is between us, but he doesn’t even notice.
“Really? There was so much blood,” Goldie says, visibly pale.
“The bullet just grazed him but he hit his head on the concrete when he fell,” Rex shrugs. “Doc just had to stitch him up and he’s keeping an eye on his concussion.”
“That crazy fuck,” I grumble. “A blow to the head is the last thing he needed.”
Rex chuckles, shaking his head. “Zeke will be fine, man, and it’s all over. There are no more Kings of Mayhem left.”
Goldie’s blue eyes are saucers and her cheeks are still devoid of color. “You mean,” She trails off with a swallow.
“They’re not a threat anymore,” I answer. If you come for the Grim Riders, then death will come for you. The Kings of Mayhem dared to attack us and there’s nothing left but their corpses, but I keep those details to myself.
“What a fucking night,” Rex sighs, stretching out his arms along the back of the couch. It looks innocent, but I know what he’s up to.
“Are you okay, Goldie?” Rex asks, leaning in closer.
Goldie glances up with a small smile. “I’m okay,” She says quietly. “Just tired.”
I notice how sleepy her eyes are and can’t stop myself from offering. “You can take the bed,” I say, doing my best to sound gruff.
“Thanks, Gunner,” Goldie replies, covering a yawn with her small hand before slinking off of the couch. I watch as she stumbles towards the bed and covers herself with a mound of blankets.
“Well, that’s my cue, man,” Rex says, standing.
I walk him to the door, and he pulls me in for a hug after the handshake.
“Goodnight, bro,” Rex whispers.
