Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Cover her!” I screamed.
Everyone was looking at her, vulnerable and broken, and they didn’t even care.
The nurses. Doctors. Techs. Fuck, every single one of the members of my club. People that were in the hospital rooms on either sides of Verity. Everyone was there, watching her, seeing everything.
My eyes were filled with grit and tears, and I strained to get away.
I would’ve accomplished it, too, but one set of arms became two, and then those two became four.
I was being forced back. Inch by impossible inch.
My body strained to get to Verity. But the harder I tried, the stronger my brothers held on to move me further out of the way.
Then, there was nothing left to see because I was moved into an empty room where we all landed on the floor in a heap.
Big Papa, Sean, and the two prospects—Fender and Jessie James—followed me down.
“Get the fuck off me!” I bellowed, huffing and puffing as I tried in vain to get away from the men.
I knew I wasn’t in my right mind.
They knew it, too.
I fought harder, I had to get away.
They couldn’t see me like this…not with my heart broken. My pain threatening to spill over from my eyes.
“Get off!” I repeated, swinging blindly.
My fist connected with Sean’s face, and the momentum of my punch caused him slide across the floor. His angry eyes full of pain met mine as I winced when I saw his jaw hanging limply, clearly not where it was supposed to be.
His hand went to his face, and then he scrambled across the floor toward me.
Once he was within reach, he returned the punch.
I, at least, took it to the eye instead of to the jaw like he’d done.
Fortunately, when the pain exploded behind my left eye, it didn’t break anything pivotal.
I doubled over in pain, grunting as I tried to get to my knees but the weight of the other men who were struggling to contain my rage held me back.
“Get off,” I rasped.
I kicked, punched, and genuinely attacked until I had nothing left in me to attack with. All my energy was gone as the adrenaline left my system and I began to crash.
With one final, exhausted huff of breath, I collapsed and let the pain wash over me.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Sean grunted as he moved to place his entire body on one of my arms, all the while he tried not to move his jaw that was most certainly broken.
The others moved, too.
Off of me, unlike Sean. Though, I didn’t think that was because he wanted to stay there. More because he couldn’t move.
Unfortunately for him, he’d given me an easy target. And I felt apologetic as soon as I’d reacted.
“Truth?”
My heart, already shattered, broke even more.
Because standing in the doorway in front of me was Verity’s grandmother. She was looking at me with horror written all over her face.
I was bloody. I probably looked wild and broken, but that didn’t stop her. No, not Verity’s grandmother.
“I’m so sorry,” my voice cracked as I climbed to my feet.
Ilsa ran to me, threw her arms around my blood-stained chest, and pressed her frail body into my much larger frame.
***
One hour later
“There’s nothing left to do but wait,” the doctor said gently.
He knew he was talking to a man on the edge. Someone that was on the verge of going fucking crazy. Someone who’d already torn up one room in this hospital.
Someone who clearly made him very wary, which explained the two security guards and two police officers that were at his back.
He was scared of me. Though, I’d given him reason to be.
“I don’t…”
“We’re going to have to ask you to leave,” the doctor said. “I’ll call you periodically, throughout the night, but after what happened here this afternoon… well, hospital policy is clear. We can’t allow you to stay.”
My heart literally sank.
“But…” I started to say.
Tough and McClain started forward, and I got the drift very quickly.
“Take care of her,” I ordered Big Papa, gesturing toward Ilsa.
Though, I needn’t have bothered. Ilsa was being looked after by Dixie, of all people. Dixie, a large, older man with a shock of white hair and a matching beard that nearly came all the way down to his chest. He was a member of the Dixie Wardens MC, Benton, Louisiana Chapter. He was one of the funniest guys I knew, and I had not one single worry that he wouldn’t take good care of Verity’s GG while I couldn’t be there with her.
Big Papa nodded and followed me down, Tough and McClain at his side right along with me.
I walked stiffly over to my bike, through the sea of bikers that were still hanging around and mounted it.
When Big Papa went to follow suit, I held up my hand.
“I need some time,” I said gruffly, leaning sideways slightly to kick the stand up.