Page 41 of Holley Jolly Biker
My boots pounded on the white floor as I ate up the distance, getting to their room.
“I want Saint,” that little voice saying she wanted me... fuck me.
Turning the corner into her room, I said, “I’m right, here princess. I’m right here.”
The nurse at her side jumped back and used the tablet to cover her face.
Soraya’s little blue eyes popped, and then I watched as crocodile tears streamed down her face as her little arms came up, one of them was wrapped in that ugly-as-hell brown wrap.
Getting to her, I gently lifted her, one hand cradling the back of her head and pressing it to my neck, as I whispered, “You're okay. Thank fuckin’ Christ.”
That was when I heard my woman screaming, “Where is my daughter?”
Nuke, who had followed me into the room, stepped around the brothers who had also followed me and signaled to someone.
In the next instance, I watched as my woman moved toward us at a speed she shouldn’t be moving with a white bandage wrapped around her head.
She collided with me.
My arms were full of the two beings I treasured when I looked at Nuke and mouthed, “Find out what the fuck happened.”
He jerked up his chin.
Ten minutes later, after the doctor huffed about Ophelia leaving her room, they gave her the all-clear, but that she had a mild concussion, bruising, and whiplash.
My little princess, however, had thrown her arm out to stop herself and had broken it.
They were in the process of wrapping it in a dark brown cast. When the doctor asked her why, she said, “Same color as my Saint’s eyes.”
And that... well... I had to bury my face in Ophelia’s neck to conceal a tear that ran out from the corner of my eye.
Nuke came back and told me.
I asked, “Where’s the son of a bitch?”
My woman took in the people around us and started to whisper, “Saint...”
I looked down at her and said, “Love, I need to know where he is.”
When her eyes looked deeply into mine, she nodded, “Okay.” Then she whispered, “Be careful.”
Oh, I was careful after I left a few brothers to keep watch over them.
Kettle, however, wouldn’t be left behind.
So, I got it when he slammed his fist into the fucker’s face. Then he growled and stalked out of the room.
That was when I got in the fucker’s face and sneered, “You almost took away my reasons for living, now, I’m going to take you out.”
Merlin had told us ways, years ago, how to commit murder and get away with it.
I was using one of those methods now.
And that night, after we had all gotten home, I was placing a pillow underneath Soraya’s arm before I settled in to read her a story, something we had started the night after they had moved in when she asked, “Saint?”
I lowered my frame onto her bed and asked, “Yes, princess?”
“Will you marry my Monnie?” she asked.