Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“What the fuck are you doin’ in my old lady’s room?”
Gage’s voice comes out in a hiss, and before Kael can answer, he has his gun out, pointing it straight at him.
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out; my hoarse voice has disappeared.
Kael does the same, revealing his own gun, and the two men stand there, pointing the deadly weapons at each other.
My heart skips a beat.
I swallow frantically.
Then, I manage to croak, “He saved my life.”
Gage’s eyes flash and then swing to me. “What?”
“He ... he saved my life.”
“Oh!”
A nurse steps into the room, and her hands immediately fly up, her eyes wide as she takes in the scene before her.
“Unless you two want to spend the night in lockup, put them down,” I whisper, the pain radiating through my abdomen enough to threaten blacking out once more.
The two men take far too long, but, eventually, they lower the guns.
“Get out,” Gage orders.
My heart lurches as Kael turns slowly toward me. His eyes meet mine, and he gives me a simple nod before turning and leaving.
I want to call out to him, to ask for his number, to know where he lives ... anything.
The thought of not seeing him again stirs something inside me.
I hope he comes back.
God, I hope he comes back.
2
Gage watches the door as if Kael might turn, charging back in to start a fight neither of them would win. He rests his gun on the windowsill, muzzle up, like it’s nothing more than a toy. The nurse lingered only long enough to murmur something about bringing a doctor back, then she disappears. Gage watches her go, then turns to me, staring down.
“What happened?”
I shake my head, not wanting to go into this. What if he had something to do with it? The thought isn’t something new. It’s something that has haunted my mind every single time I become conscious. Gage is the president of an MC, and that MC is in a lot of dangerous business right now. Would he use me to get himself out of something? To set someone up?
I don’t know.
“Bullshit,” he hisses, leaning down and taking my chin firmly in his hand. “Don’t lie to me, Sabie. You know it won’t go well.”
Sabie.
He is the only person in the world who calls me that.
I swallow, but his grip doesn’t loosen on my chin.
“Who did this?” he asks again, low now, almost gentle.
I try to swallow, but my throat closes around the word, and for a second I can’t breathe. I close my eyes, taking a painful breath.
“I don’t know,” I say, and it’s technically true. I never saw a face.
Gage’s gaze drags over my face. “Who stands to gain?” he growls.
I look past him at the TV on the high bracket. “Take your pick,” I mutter.
“Benny wants me dead, but he doesn’t have the balls. Raul?” Gage ticks them off with the steady, deliberate movements of someone who has already considered killing all of them himself.
He’s made his shortlist. I know that look, but he can’t quite figure out who was to blame. Of course, the attack was a way of getting to him. It always is.
“You weren’t the mark,” he mutters. “You were just bait.”
My body shivers. “They left me for dead.”
Gage’s mouth presses tight, his eyes flashing with rage. “Not dead enough.”
I flinch away from the memory. Even though it’s weak, it’s there. The feeling of the blade digging into my flesh, the sounds it made, the way I dragged my body from that ditch. They thought I was dead. They wanted me never to return. But I did.
What does that mean for the club?
Gage’s hand hovers above my wrist, not touching, he’s never been good with comfort. Instead, he turns and begins to pace, his boots thudding as his eyes narrow, his mind racing. He stops at the window and cracks it open, exhaling.
“It was a message,” he says, not to me, but to the street below. “They want me to know they are willing to do anything. Including killin’ my old lady.”
The nurse’s voice returns, coming through the open doorway. “Doctor will be right in. Please, sir, if you could wait in the hall.”
Gage ignores her as if she isn’t even here. “Did you see the car?” he asks me.
I shake my head and tell him the things I did see.
“Sir,” the nurse tries again.
Gage turns and looks at her. “That’s my wife. You want me to leave, best you call security because I’m not goin' anywhere.”
Her eyes widen and she nods just as a doctor steps in the room. His eyes fall on Gage, and he straightens his back, walking over to me. Most people don’t like club members, especially doctors and police officers. It’s safe to say they generally don’t get along, unless of course they are on the MC’s payroll.