Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Morning.”
“Morning.” I stood as I said, “I was just about to call.”
“Beat you to it.” Preacher gave me that look that let me know he didn’t want to be here any more than I did, but he came anyway. That was the thing about him. He was always there when you needed him. “How you two making it?”
“Hanging in.”
Devin gave him a smile as she announced, “I’m ready to get out of here.”
“Bet you are,” Preacher chuckled. “How long before they cut you loose?”
“Discharging me now.” It had been a long night. She’d been a little dizzy, and her head hurt like hell, but by early this morning, she started to come around. And we were both relieved that the doctor was pleased with her progress. “Just waiting on the paperwork.”
“Good deal.” Preacher turned his attention back to me and motioned his head toward the door. “Need a minute.”
I nodded, then told Devin, “I’ll be right back.”
“Take your time.”
I followed Preach and Grim out of the room and waited until the door closed behind us before saying, “Tell me.”
“They have him in custody.”
“Have they booked him?”
“No, but it’s coming.” Preacher’s lips curled into the barest hint of a smile. “Dude is done.”
“You sure?”
“Oh, yeah,” he scoffed. “Turns out he was already being investigated by Internal Affairs. They’d been watching him for a while. Just had bits and pieces, but nothing solid. You know how it goes; cops protect their own.”
I nodded, jaw tight, waiting for him to get to the part I needed to hear.
“Between the shit Shep dug up and what Devin managed to get out of him, they’ll get him for obstruction, falsifying reports, and attempted man slaughter.”
“There’s no getting out of this,” Grim interjected. “He’s cooked.”
I rubbed a hand over my day-old beard, letting it sink in that it was over. Devin and the club were safe. But we weren’t completely out of the water just yet. “He said something last night that’s gotten under my skin.”
“Yeah? What was it?”
“He said we could try and play hero all we wanted, but we were connected, too. We just didn’t know it yet.”
“Connected to who?”
“It’s gotta be the trafficking shit, but I got no idea how he thinks we’re involved in any of that mess.”
“He was probably just yanking your chain.”
“Maybe, but what if he wasn’t?”
Grim shook his head. “I wish I’d had a round with him. Then, we’d know exactly what that fucker was talking about.”
“We’ll get him talking,” Preacher replied, sounding rather sure of himself. “Just gotta wait until they lock him up. We have folks on the inside who will help us find out exactly what he was referring to.”
“Looking forward to that,” Grim chuckled.
“You and me both.”
“We’ll get it sorted. For now, you need to put it aside,”” Preacher’s expression softened, just a fraction. “And now you can focus on you and yours. It’s time.”
“He’s right. Go check on your girl.” Grim stepped forward, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “You let us know if you need anything.”
“Will do.”
“I’ll touch base later,” Preacher added.
I nodded, then watched as my brothers turned to leave. Eager to check on her progress, I stepped back into the room and found Devin talking to one of the nurses. She was listening to all her instructions, but when the nurse finally gave her those papers, she snatched them like she was about to take off running. Her hair was a mess and her eyes tired, but that damn smile she gave me nearly leveled me. “You ready to blow this joint?”
“More than ready.”
I walked over, leaned down, and kissed her softly. She kissed me back. It felt damn good to have her close, but the second I slipped my arm around her to help her stand, she winced, sucking in a sharp breath.
I pulled back immediately and muttered, “Shit, sorry.”
“Yeah.” The nurse grimaced. “She’s going to be a little sore for the next couple of days, so you two lovebirds will need to take it easy.”
“You hear that?” I cocked my brow and pointed towards the nurse. “She said take it easy.”
“Oh, how easy are we talking?”
“Pretty easy. You had a pretty severe concussion, and you have some nasty bruises. It’s going to take some time to get back on your feet.”
“How will we know when she’s all good?”
“When she can take a deep breath without wincing and when she can lean down and come right back up without falling over, I’d say she’s good.”
“Shit.”
The nurse handed me the last of the paperwork, explaining the meds and follow-up. When she was done, she pulled the wheelchair over, and Devin immediately shot her a look. “I’m fine. I don’t need that.”
“Sorry. It’s protocol.” The nurse feigned a smile. “But I’ll do my best to get you there quick.”
Devin nodded, then stepped over and settled in the chair. I didn’t miss the way she winced when she shifted or the way she let out a long breath when the nurse started to wheel her out of the room. She wasn’t a hundred percent yet, and like it or not, she was going to need to take it slow for a few days.