Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
My stomach seized.
“I called 9-1-1. The lady that was hitting her ran away, and I didn’t get a super good look at her face. The paramedics took her to the hospital. Since my sister is the building manager of the apartments, I was able to get your number off of her emergency contact list. You and her sister, Aella, are listed as her emergency contacts. Though Aella wasn’t answering. So I called you next,” she explained quickly. “She’s on her way to Dallas Memorial right now. If you care…”
If you care…
Nausea welled in my belly as I said, “Thanks, Dru.”
If you care…
I was on my bike and leaving the shop in half a minute, giving an explanation to no one as I roared out of the lot.
When I got to the hospital, I wasn’t aware of how I’d gotten there, only that I was there.
I don’t remember taking any turns. Don’t remember traffic. Hell, I didn’t even remember turning into the hospital parking lot.
I used the motorcycle parking—which was really just the front walk—and bailed, my feet tearing up the floor to the receptionist blocking entrance to everyone.
“My fiancée,” the lie came out smooth, and it sounded right as hell. “She was just brought in by ambulance. Her name is Silver Donahue.”
I managed not to choke on her last name.
Fuckin’ Barry.
The haggard-looking woman started typing on her computer, then winced before saying, “She was brought in about five minutes ago. She’s stable, but she’s in for x-rays right now, so she’ll be a bit before she’s back in her room.”
I barely contained the urge to beg her to tell me what, exactly, was wrong.
“Can you show me to her room?” I asked.
She hit the button on the door and the door slid open. “She’s in room three.”
I didn’t get upset that she wasn’t showing me. I was happy she’d let me in at all.
I charged through the hospital, my fingers itching to break things.
Instead, I called Chevy.
He answered on the first ring, sounding distracted. “Webber, what’s up?”
I gave him the rundown, which admittedly wasn’t much. “She’s in x-ray now.”
“Fuck,” he hissed. “I’m about to go into surgery, and Aella’s three hours away at a conference she has to have for work.” He paused. “She’s stable?”
“That’s what they say,” I said.
At least, that was what I was guessing, but there really was no telling because the lady hadn’t given me any information at all other than she was in x-ray, and what room she was going to be in when she was done there.
He blew out a breath. “She’s going to absolutely murder me for this, but don’t tell Aella anything. Unless things take a turn for the worse, then call. But they only have this conference once a year, and if she misses it…”
I knew.
And understood.
It also worked in my favor because I didn’t want them here.
“I’ll handle it,” I answered.
Chevy sighed. “I heard a little bit from Aella yesterday about yours and Silver’s issues. Don’t fucking hurt her, Webber. Friend or not, I’m choosing Aella. And that means I’m choosing Silver.”
That actually made me happy to hear.
“Good,” I said. “I won’t.”
At least not more than I already had…
I paced the room while I waited for her to arrive, eventually becoming overly impatient as I did.
I was just about to step out of the room and head toward the nurses I could see across the hectic room when I saw someone round the corner pushing a gurney.
I paused, my gaze going to the person on the bed, and immediately dismissing them.
Whomever it was was hurt. Bad. But they weren’t…
The black hair shifted and a familiar half a face, covered in bruises, was revealed.
And my stomach dropped.
Straight out of my belly to my feet.
“Silver,” I breathed, my feet propelling me forward. “Fuck, baby.”
The black hair once again shifted as the woman turned my way, but she didn’t open her eyes.
She couldn’t.
Because they were swollen shut, and she wouldn’t be able to open them for a while.
“Sir,” I heard said. “Please, allow me to enter the room. We need to get her settled.”
“Who is it?” Silver’s raspy voice sounded. “I don’t want any visitors.”
“It’s me,” I said, thinking that would calm her a bit, but it only seemed to agitate her more.
My belly clenched when she said, “And that includes you, Piers.”
The way she spat “Piers” would forever be ingrained in my head.
I both liked it and hated it all at the same time.
Webber was my club name, and no one but my mom called me Piers.
I liked that she felt comfortable enough to use it, even if she was saying my name like a vulgar epithet.
“Sir,” I heard said.
I looked up to find a doctor that looked vaguely familiar heading my way.
I stepped to the side so the man pushing the gurney could get in, and several nurses and one other doctor, this one a female, pushed into the room behind them.