Page 33 of Kaya's King
Mr. Specks : Can you tell me why it hurts, buddy?
Noah : He dropped me on the bed. The cast mooved.
Mr. Specks : Ok, buddy. I know you can’t fix it by yourself, just try to get as comfy as you can. We’ll be there soon.
Noah : Ok.
Mr. Specks : Let’s play the game, maybe that will distract you until Atlas and Trident arrive.
I don’t know what ‘distract’ means, but I start moving one of the characters and soon, we’re digging a new tunnel. My leg is achy, and feeling sick. I want to cry but I just keep remembering I’m a big boy now and shouldn’t cry. Especially around the mean people.
Kaya
Seeing Noah interacting with Specks has me crying harder as I realize he’s still alive. When he tells Specks his leg hurts, I jump up from where I was cuddled in his arms and state, “I’m going to go grab his pain pills so we can be ready to go to him.”
“I’m sending the information to the detective and also Poseidon. Plus, I’m letting him know we’re heading in that direction, babe. Go get what you think he’s going to need.”
I run to our suite and grab his medicine, his favorite throw blanket and also his stuffy which is sitting on his pillow as always. Then, I snag a dry shirt for Specks since I soaked his through with my tears and hurry back to his office, my arms loaded down.
Specks chuckles at my reappearance, although he’s now standing, and his computer screens are blank. “Let me change my shirt since you got one for me, sweetheart,” he says, taking the clean one from my arms. Slipping his cut off and hanging it over the back of his chair, I feel my mouth dry out when he exposes his delectable torso to my gaze. He quickly pulls the T-shirt on, slides his cut over his shoulders then takes my hand in his.
“We’re taking my truck, babe, so he has the extra room. Call Dr. Young’s office and let them know what happened and see if he wants us to take him to a local hospital or head to him, okay?”
I nod, my voice unable to utter a sound right now, still stuck on the visual of Specks’ chest on display. My man’s physique is a great distraction from my worry. Not like I don’t see it every night and sometimes during the day when we’re playing in the pool, but it still causes the same reaction every single time. He helps me, lifting me up and into his monster size truck and while I'm buckling up my seatbelt, he rounds the hood of the truck and jumps inside.
His phone rings and he answers it, Poseidon’s voice filling the cab as he passes on some information, “Got a bit of luck on our side today, brother. Seems Reef and Dutch are in the area on a run for the Dishonored Angels and are close by the motel where Noah was taken. They’re waiting on Atlas and Trident to get there before they intervene and do anything and before you ask, yes, we’ve let Detective Osgood know as well. I’m good with the justice system handling shit, but the guys plan to get Noah out of there beforehand so he’s not put in any further danger.”
“Thank you,” Kaya replies, her voice wobbly as tears start to fall again. “I know those two men don’t know my boy, but I appreciate them helping out anyway.”
“They were our brothers before they relocated, babe, but we helped several other clubs take down another club and then the clubs united and decided to rebuild that club and it ties us all together. Reef and Dutch patched over to the Dishonored Angels, along with a number of members from the various other clubs. Speaking of, how the fuck did they find out, Pres?”
Poseidon’s chuckle comes through the speakers. I can hear him clearing his throat before he finally manages to say, “Seems they’re still linked into our telecommunication network or something to that effect and overheard me telling Atlas and Trident what was going on and where to go.”
“Guess I’ll sort that snafu out later but right now, damn, I’m glad they have access and that they’ll have Atlas and Trident’s backs, Pres,” Specks replies.
“Same here, brother. Y’all drive carefully. I promise, he’ll be in good hands with them until you two arrive and pick up your boy. Trident also has his first aid kit with him, so he’ll look him over, Kaya.”
“She’s going to call his doctor to make sure we don’t need to take a trip to him and let him look Noah over himself. He said the guy dropped him on purpose, Pres, and his leg is hurting him.”
Poseidon’s animalistic growl has the hairs on my arms standing straight up, a clear indication of how pissed off he is as he advises, “Got it.” before disconnecting.
Specks glances in my direction and softly says, “Call the doctor, babe, so we know what we’re doing after we get Noah back.”
My heart’s in my throat as we pull into the broken-down asphalt parking lot of the Red Roof Inn. Honestly, the place looks like an episode ofForensic FilesorCriminal Mindscould be filmed there. I can see several bikers parked off to the side and immediately spot Noah as he sits astride one of their bikes, hishands animatedly moving as he pretends to shift its gears and throttle the motor. Flashing red and blue lights are going as several police vehicles sit in front of one of the cracked and age molded motel doors that lead to a room I’m presuming Noah was held captive in.
Specks barely has the truck stopped in the park position before I’m throwing open the door, stumbling out then running in a full-out sprint toward my son.
He sees me and yells, “Mommy!” The relieved smile on his face has me sucking back the tears that want to fall. Right now, I need to hold it together in front of my boy.
“Hey, monkey,” I reply, crouching in front of him and taking him into my arms. “Looks like you have found yourself a few more friends here, huh?”
He nods and proudly introduces me to his newfound buddies, “This is Reef and that’s Dutch. They used to be in the same club as Mr. Specks, but they moved away. Mr. Trident says they were in the area close to me, so they wanted to stop in to say hello. That’s nice, right, Mommy?”
I mouth ‘thank you’ to each of the men standing around guarding my son and get a bunch of chin lifts in return. I’m sure Noah’s going to have a lot of questions about what all has transpired, but it appears they tried to downplay the situation. “It sure is, Noah.”
Specks comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around both of us as he quietly says, “Noah, really proud of how you kept your head. I’m sure you were scared, but you didn’t panic.”
I nearly lose my shit when I see my son’s lip tremble before he replies, “I was scared, but I’m a big boy now so I tried not to cry.”