My heart was ripped out of my chest.
If not for Raven and Victoria showing up when they did with an SUV, you might as well have put a bullet in my chest as well.
By the time we arrived at the hospital, they were waiting at the entrance with a gurney to take Chains to the back. I don’t know how they knew and didn’t care. From what the doctors said he coded on the table several times while they tried to save him.
It took all my strength to keep moving through the days. The guys from the club have been supportive. Even the guys from the Devil’s Riot MC. But they had to get back to their club house; however, they did ask if the club would look out for someone who was planning to move out this way for them. Victoria had been apprehensive about leaving yet she couldn’t be away from her son any longer. I didn’t blame her. I’d be the same way.
At the time when they asked, I didn’t care. Hell, I still don’t, but they’re supposed to be arriving any day now.
It’s been two weeks since that dreadful day and I’ve barely slept or eaten. Breaker, Brake, and Tyres have constantly taken turns sitting with me.
“Tiny, I’m gonna go get a coffee, you want something,” Breaker asks as he stands stretching from being in the stiff chair for so long.
Shaking my head, I don’t say anything as I continue to stare into the blackhole that seems to be taking over my life.
Sighing, Breaker kneels in front of me. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise you,” he murmurs.
Nodding, I do my best to keep the tears at bay. It’s hard to do when the only comfort you have is the steady beating coming from a monitor.
“I’ll be right back,” he says as he stands back up.
The door closes quietly behind him leaving me alone in the sterile room with the man who holds my heart.
Over the past two weeks it’s been a waiting game. At first after they stopped the bleeding, pulled the bullet out and fixed the artery that had been nicked no one thought he’d make it. Chains spent the last two weeks in an induced coma. The doctor said with each day that he makes it through is a good sign.
Yesterday they’d started to reduce his medication that keeps him in the coma.
“Come on, Darren. I need you to wake up,” I murmur.
“Bitsy.” I jump at the sound of his voice. My gaze shoots to his and I swear my heart nearly comes out of my chest.
“Oh God, Darren. I thought I’d lost you,” I cry, kissing his hand that I’d been holding this entire time.
“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he croaks, and I release his hand to press the nurse’s button at the same time grabbing the small cup of water sitting on the table next to me.
Opening a straw that was sitting next to it, I place the thing in the water and lift it up for Chains to sip from.
When he’s done, I put it back on the table and take his hand back in mine. “God, you had me scared out of my mind,” I whisper.
“There’s no way I could leave you, Bitsy,” he murmurs. “Told you, you hold my heart. I’m not going anywhere.”
“You better not. I don’t want to live without you.” I say, tears falling down my cheeks.
“Good, because when I get out of here, I’m puttin’ my ring on your finger. You’re stuck with me, Bitsy,” he declares before letting his eyelashes flutter back down and drifts off back to sleep. At least this time when he closes his eyes, I know he’ll be okay.
Standing up, I lean over him and press my lips to his. “Rest for now. Know that I’m here and nothing will happen to you. Trust me, Chains, the way I do in you. And yes, I’ll marry you even if that was a crappy proposal,” I murmur, knowing I’m the only one who can hear.
I only hope when he gets out of here that we can have a little bit of peace for a while.
The End For Now
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Prologue
Victoria
Two years ago
Running from the only home I’ve ever known is a scary thing, especially considering I grew up a spoiled little rich girl, as most people would say. Then again, nobody really knows what kind of life I’ve lived.
It’s not always easy being the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the state. Nor is it best to deal with a mother who forces you to act perfect. Between the two of them, they created the person I am— a prim and proper lady who knows her place.
Or so they think.
On the outside, I gave them what they wanted to see while inside my head I was dying with each day that has gone by since the moment I turned fourteen. That was a little over four years ago, and the time is almost up. Tomorrow, I’m supposed to agree to a marriage I want nothing to do with in front of hundreds of people. All thanks to an arranged marriage my father and his made.
I’ve met the man I’m to vow my entire life to. I don’t think my parents care that the man I’m supposed to marry will end up killing me. He’s vile and would prefer a slave who will lay on her back rather than a wife to devote love to.
Every time I’ve raised my thoughts and concerns about this, I ended up spending the night in the cellar. Worse than that, my mother has
