Chapter Eighteen
Nerd
“Fuck, we gotta get them out of there.”
“Who the fuck ran them off the road?”
“Fuckers are dead when I find them.”
“Call an ambulance.”
“Fist, hold the light for me.”
The voices are coming from somewhere close and I recognize them as my brothers; however, I’m unable to speak due to the pain radiating throughout my body.
Groaning, I try to get my bearings.
Fuck my head hurts.
I don’t think I’m going to be able to stay with it.
Slowly turning my head to the passenger side of the truck, my heart lurches in my chest at the sight of my woman, unconscious, head dangling strangely.
“C–Car–Cara,” I groan calling her name right before everything goes dark again.
Beeping around me, pulls me awake.
What the fuck am I doing in a hospital? I inwardly grumble as I try to remember what happened to me.
Glancing to the side, I’m surprised by finding my dad, Sniper, sitting there, head bent forward with his arms braced on his knees. For a man in his early fifties even I gotta admit my dad turns heads and I’m a fuckin’ man.
“What happened?” I croak, getting his attention.
His head comes up, eyes full of worry as he meets my gaze.
“Son, you don’t ever fuckin’ scare me like this bullshit again,” Sniper growls.
“Ugh, can’t help something I don’t have control over,” I mutter. “Now, what happened.” I ask again.
“What’s the last thing you remember?” I frown at his question as I think.
A truck speeding behind us. Cara in the seat next to me. Her screams of fear.
Dickson’s cackling before we went falling.
Fuck.
Cara.
“Where is she?” I demand doing my best to pull myself up.
“Easy, son, she’s in the room next to you. Coyote’s in there with her,” my dad says calmly.
Taking a breath, I close my eyes and lean back against the bed. “She okay?”
“Banged up pretty good, concussion, bruised ribs. Doctors say you two were fuckin’ lucky as hell to not be in worse shape than you are,” Sniper informs me.
Nodding, I open my eyes and lock gazes with him. “Need you to get Stoney and Tracker in here if they’re around.”
He must have sensed the seriousness in my tone when I say this. Pulling out his phone, he does something and within minutes my Prez and VP are standing at the foot of my bed.
“Prez, VP,” I greet them.
“Damn good sight to see, brother,” Stoney grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Good fuckin’ thing to still be alive,” I mutter.
“What’s going on?” Tracker asks.
“You call lockdown?” I clench my teeth through the pain in my head, knowing I need to rest but this shit’s important.
“Yeah, called everyone in and made the calls, but you wanna tell me what the hell happened?” Stoney demands.
“Dickson, he’s the President of the Dragons Fire MC,” I announce.
“Fuck, you sure?” my dad snarls.
Nodding my head in his direction I explain. “Goes by Spark. He’s the ringleader in what happened to Cara and has threatened all the ol’ ladies, Rachel, Kenny, Izzy, for starters but I know the one he’ll go for next.” I stop to glance at each of the men before meeting my dad’s gaze. “Dad, where’s Storm?” I ask.
Dickson always had a thing for Storm and with what he did to Cara, there’s no telling what he’ll do to my sister. She might be my stepsister but she’s family all the same.
“You shittin’ me?” Sniper snarls getting to his feet. “She’s at the clubhouse back home with your stepmom on lockdown. I got the call from Stoney, took them to Blow and hauled ass here. Fuck, I need to call Blow,” he announces stalking out of the room.
“What are we looking at here?” Tracker asks soon as the door closes.
“War,” I mutter.
“Spark is on a path and won’t stop at nothing to get what he wants. He wants Grigory out of his way, wants our territory, and anything else he can think of,” I state.
Nodding, Stoney seems to contemplate my words.
“We need to get you and Cara out of here,” he declares.
“Sounds fuckin’ good to me,” I mutter. “Just need some fuckin’ clothes and my cut.”
Sitting in the chair next to my woman, she’d yet to wake up and they won’t let us take her until she does.
Shit, the hospital staff didn’t want to discharge me, but I wouldn’t fuckin’ listen to them. With Tinsley’s help I’d gotten her brother to go get Cara some stuff for her. She’d need them when she was discharged. Which I hope is fuckin’ soon. Just need her to wake up first.
“Come on, babygirl, wake up and show them beautiful eyes,” I rasp, caressing her hand that doesn’t have an IV in it.
I feel like shit she’s in this predicament.
Again.
All because of Dickson.
Only this time, he tried to kill us both in his way of gaining what he wants.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t able to keep you safe like I promised, Cara. I swear to fuckin’ God when I get my hands on him, I’ll make him pay for this. Dickson has hurt you for the last time, and I intend to make him suffer,” I whisper harshly.
“I know you will,” the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard utters inaudibly. If there were other people in here talking, you’d never have heard her.
“Cara?” I call her name hoping she’ll open her eyes she still had closed.
“My head hurts,” she whimpers, giving me an eye flutter.
“I’m sure, babygirl. I got a killer headache myself,” I inform her.
At this Cara finally opens her eyes to look at me. “I thought I lost you.”
Fuck. I’m going to make Dickson suffer before I gut him.
“Right here, Cara, I’m going to get the doctor so I can get you out of here.” With her awake they best not give me any issues with taking her home. I’ll make sure she’s taken care of and so will her brother and anyone else.
“Okay,” Cara nods, her gaze follows me as I stand and
