Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“This?” I asked carefully.
He opened his eyes, and I could see the life fading from them. “She wants me, she’ll have me.”
A noise left my throat, and he closed his eyes. “Don’t let him go, D. He needs someone in his corner. He’s lonely, and he will act like he’s okay but he’s not. Nobody can be okay after losing something like he did.” Then his face lit up with absolute joy. “There’s my boy. I see him. Octo’s here.”
Then his heart stopped.
“Fuck.” The doctors started to work frantically, as did the nurses.
I, however, stood back and out of the way.
They wouldn’t bring him back. Not if he didn’t want to be here. You had to want to live, and the man clearly had no reason to stay here when the love of his life was beckoning him into the beyond.
I had no doubt about that.
Picking up his cut, I waited just on the outside of the trauma room until they pronounced him, then I slipped out with only a passing, “I’m taking a lunch break,” to the charge nurse.
She nodded but didn’t look up from her computer.
I hustled out of the hospital and ran to my Blazer, knowing where I was going despite not having ever been there.
The Truth Tellers MC were famous in the Dallas-Fort Worth area.
If you knew of them, you knew where they were at any given time.
You could always find them, because they had no reason to stay hidden.
I drove to their clubhouse that was a little bit out of town and then pulled over right before I got there.
My heart was literally aching, and I had to get myself under control so I didn’t start crying the moment that I saw someone.
I also took the time to send out an emergency text to my friends telling them I wouldn’t be back today because I was sick.
They didn’t need to know that I was sick because of what I was about to do.
Without waiting for a reply, I swiped the tears from my eyes and started to drive again, this time right up to the open gates of the Truth Tellers MC clubhouse.
I didn’t stop until I was right in front of the large, open front door.
I grabbed the cut from my seat where I’d folded it reverently, then bailed out of the truck before I could think of an excuse to leave.
Drawing in a deep breath, I started forward, not looking at a single thing that was surrounding me.
I still knocked at the door, despite the door being wide open.
When no one came, I pressed the doorbell and waited some more.
Footsteps sounded beyond the main room I could see, and I was unsurprised to find Finnian rushing toward me.
Somehow I knew he’d be here.
“Silla, what’s wrong?” he asked, taking in my appearance.
I swallowed hard past the lump in my throat, then extended the cut to him.
He glanced down, but he didn’t move to take it.
In fact, he’d frozen completely in place, staring at the blood-stained leather vest like it was a wild animal ready to attack him.
“What’s going on?”
Webber.
I looked up at him, and my heart physically ached for what I was about to do to them.
“I…” My voice cracked as I pushed past Finnian, who back-pedaled several steps so the blood didn’t get on him and moved to Webber. “I was working. In the emergency room today.”
Webber’s eyes stayed solidly on mine as I continued.
“A biker came in,” I said. “Missing an arm and a leg from an accident. An eighteen-wheeler pulled out in front of him. Him and his wife were on the bike, and they swerved in an attempt not to be decapitated.”
Webber closed his eyes, and I was sure that he was envisioning the scene I’d laid out.
“Unfortunately, he couldn’t swerve much because they were heading toward a creek, and there was a guardrail right beside them. They swerved right into the guard rail and hit it going pretty fast.”
“Fuck,” I heard someone say from behind Webber.
Webber’s eyes opened again, and he said, “He’s dead.”
I nodded. “Knight and his wife are dead.”
That’s when all hell broke loose.
I was still at that clubhouse twelve hours later.
Everyone had converged on the building within minutes of hearing the news, and there was so much food and family here that I was highly uncomfortable.
Yet, I’d never left.
And that had a lot to do with the man who was sitting in a corner, nursing his fourth glass of whiskey.
I’d attempted to leave twice now, and each time I’d been about to go and was saying my goodbyes, I’d look over and see Finnian’s eyes on me.
He hadn’t outright asked me to stay, but I could see the pleading in them.
He wanted me to stay, so I’d stayed.
But I really needed to get out of these clothes, and I was desperate for a shower.