Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Laney was Audric’s—Detroit’s—old lady.
She’d been helping care for Tavi, Apollo’s son, since they’d gotten Tavi back from his piece of shit grandmother that’d had him for over two years, hiding him away from Apollo.
“We just got him back,” I rasped.
“I know.” Webber sounded sickened. “That’s why I need this man gone.”
I knew what he was asking.
He didn’t want us to have to deal with that motherfucker being alive.
Not after what he’d done to two of the most beloved people in our entire club.
Anger burned through my senses.
My heart was broken, the anger started to haze the corners of my vision, and my heart rate picked up to an unhealthy state.
“I’ll handle it.”
Webber hung up moments later, leaving me staring at nothing.
I don’t know how long I stood there for, but it was the light touch on my arm that had me staring at the woman that I was in love with that had me making my move.
I pulled her to me without thought, slammed my mouth down onto hers, tasting everything that was Aella, then pulled away and disappeared into the room where I started washing my hands.
My heart rate was still elevated as I made it into the OR.
Fingers slightly stiff from the anger that was pulsing through me, I scrubbed up alongside the surgeon.
“This kid killed thirty-two people,” the surgeon said with zero emotion in his voice.
I didn’t reply, because two of those people were people that I loved the most.
“You know who any of them were?” I asked.
“No, you?” he asked.
“No,” I lied. “Ready?”
We went into the operating room together.
Adrenaline does weird things to your body.
When your body is in fight mode, you produce it. It makes you faster, sharper, stronger. It helps you focus more intensely and you can perform for longer.
But when the adrenaline wears off, you’re left with this pent up energy that has to be released somehow.
It’s just unfortunate for Aella that she happened to be in that dark corridor near the even darker supply closet when I walked out of that surgery, uncaring about the life I’d just taken.
Eighteen
I’m such a ‘who TF touched my oh never mind I found it’ kind of person.
—Aella to Chevy
AELLA
I’d gone to tell him I’d found out that his family—the Truth Tellers MC—were in the waiting room.
I’d thought he might want to know that some of his people were here, having been affected by the accident.
I’d put my hand on his arm where he’d been staring down the length of the hallway, lost in thought.
I’d opened my mouth to tell him what I’d found out when he turned and saw me standing there.
Before I could let a single word escape my lips, he’d pulled me to his body and pressed his lips to mine.
I gasped, surprised to find the heat of his body pressed up against mine.
At the opening, his tongue dipped inside of my mouth, and I saw stars.
I’d fantasized about kissing Chevy Clayborne so many times that it wasn’t even funny. However, no fantasy I’d made up in my head could top the real life participation in the act.
It was everything.
His taste. His smell. His possessive hold.
I loved every single second.
And that was all it was. A second.
Before I could get into the kiss more, he pulled away, then left to go into the scrub-in area.
I stared, chest heaving, and tried to figure out how to make my body work again.
“Aella, dear!” I heard called. “I could really use your help!”
I left, thankful that I had muscle memory to help me walk.
Because if it was up to my addled brain, I wouldn’t be going anywhere.
Dru led me into a room that had my entire heart hammering.
It was filled with Truth Tellers, and there was no smile for my entrance.
All of the focus was on the child in the bed.
There was a single man that was in the chair next to the bed, the small boy’s hand sandwiched between his large ones.
He had his head bowed over the kid’s hands, and his broad shoulders were shaking.
Crying silently, he listened as the doctor spoke.
“…donate his organs, a team of medical professionals will be here within the next twelve hours, and they’ll take your son’s organs to all the recipients…”
Dru pulled me to the side and whispered to me, “I want to get him cleaned up. He’s rough, honey. I want him to be clean. The dad doesn’t need to be looking at that for the next twelve hours.”
I agreed.
“I’ll get it done,” I promised.
She pulled me to a stop and said, “A lock of his hair. I also plan to run to the baby floor and grab an ink pad and some card stock. I want you to make sure that you get him all the things to remember him by, okay?”
My heart literally melted.
Dru.
God, she had such a good heart.