Ephraim
Golem Guerillas MC Book One
Mirrah McGee
Copyright © 2020 Mirrah McGee
Published by Mirrah McGee
Copyright © 2020 Mirrah McGee
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My Husband - Without you, this book wouldn't be possible. Thank you for your invaluable input and ideas that sparked a beautiful love story. I'm sorry I was unable to accommodate your request of more character deaths...it's a love story after all.
My Brother - You wield a pencil, a paintbrush, or an art pen better than I can. Thank you for the Golem Guerillas MC logo and your support during the brainstorming phase of my Jewish MC story arc.
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Priscilla Tanner Pipilini 1.
Garrett "Ephraim” Havlin 2.
Priscilla 3.
Ephraim 4.
Priscilla 5.
Ephraim 6.
Priscilla 7.
Ephraim 8.
Priscilla 9.
Ephraim 10.
Priscilla 11.
Ephraim 12.
Priscilla 13.
Ephraim 14.
Priscilla 15.
Ephraim 16.
Priscilla 17.
Ephraim 18.
Priscilla 19.
Ephraim 20.
Ephraim 21.
Ephraim 22.
Ephraim 23.
Ephraim 24.
Priscilla 25.
Priscilla 26.
Garrett 27.
Priscilla 28.
Ephraim 29.
Ephraim 30.
Priscilla 31.
Priscilla 32.
Ephraim 33.
Epilogue I – Ephraim
Epilogue II – Priscilla
Follow Me:
Priscilla Tanner Pipilini 1.
“Priss, go home. You have been here way longer than is probably legal.” Abby, my friend and Charge Nurse says from behind me. Finishing up my notes, I save the chart and swivel in my chair to face her. She is about 10 years older than me, but we hit it off immediately. It helps that I do my job, never report off and genuinely enjoy my patients.
“I know, I know. I just wanted to stick around for Aiden, make sure he was stable.” I give a half truth.
“No, you were getting attached to the little cutie. You know what happens when you take these cases personally. It’s rough enough being a pediatric nurse, let alone a neonatal ICU nurse, don’t borrow worry and trouble.” She rests a comforting hand on my shoulder and gives it a squeeze.
“You are not wrong. There is just something about him I can’t shake. You know I have never had a problem distancing myself before. I don’t know…how can someone just abandon their child? How can they give birth and then leave?” I blink my eyes rapidly, trying in vain to dispel the tears gathering.
“We are working on finding out more about his family situation. His mother may have vanished into thin air, but she left some information about his father. The police are trying to track him down.”
“I hope they find someone soon, that poor little guy shouldn’t be fighting by himself.” I whisper out. “I think I’m just going to sit with him for a little bit longer. I’m off tomorrow, so I can sleep in.”
Abby gives me her patented “mom” look, but sighs when she realizes it won’t work on me. I grew up with Eve Pipilini’s “mom” look and my grumpy nonna, Abby doesn’t scare me. “Fine. But make sure you eat something soon.”
“Yes, mommy.” I say as I walk back to Aiden’s NICU pod. Seeing him sleeping soundly, the monitors blessedly quiet, I pull the rocking chair next to his incubator and sit down. I allow the silence of the room to envelop me, praying for Aiden and the other 2 babies in the room that they continue a path of healing.
“There used to be this show called ER, it was before my time, but my nonno and nonna would binge watch it with me when I would visit them. Nonno liked all the medical jargon, which interested me too, but nonna just watched it for the Clooney eye-candy. Anyway, there was this episode that stuck with me, and is part of the reason I became a pediatric nurse. Julianna Margulies was a nurse in the show, and she said to a sick little boy something like, ‘I am sorry the person who was with you yesterday, is not with you today. And I am sorry that I will not be with you tomorrow. I am glad that you do not understand what is happening around you, but sad, because neither do I.’ It just resonated with me and I feel that it applies to you, little man. I am limited in what I can do for you, outside of medical treatments, but I can sit here with you so that you aren’t alone, so that you know there is someone out here fighting by your side.”
“That was beautiful.” A strong, deep voice says from behind me, scaring the ever-living shit out of me. I whip around to see a decently tall man, dirty jeans, leather vest, red beard, and below a baseball hat, narrowed dark eyes aimed right at me. “But who are you and what are you doing with my son?”
“Your son?” I jump up out of my chair, keeping my voice low. “I’m sorry, you startled me.” I place a hand to my chest, trying to contain my rapidly beating heart. Before I can speak again, Aiden’s monitor goes off, alerting the staff that his heart has stopped. I only briefly register alarm on the man’s face as I turn to glove up and reach in to stimulate the baby’s chest, cooing soft words to him. “It’s ok, baby boy. Your daddy is here now, no need to frighten him, I know he is handsome and gruff, but he isn’t ‘heart-stopping gorgeous’ or anything.” I smile as his monitor resumes activity, his heart rate slowly building back up, his breathing returning to a more normal level.
“Is he…oy vey, is he alright?” The emotion in his voice, chokes me for a moment. This doesn’t seem like a man who abandoned the woman carrying his child, this seems like a
