[Ravage MC 03.75] - Rattle Me by Ryan Michele Page B

there.”
    “Th-th-the hospital?” I thought maybe her office, but the hospital is bringing back thoughts of Mia and that day. My knees buckle, but I catch myself on the bed and sit.
    “It’s just a precaution. If there is something wrong, I will be able to help you best there. Now, call and meet me there. I’ll be waiting for you.”
    “Okay,” I whisper and hang up then quickly call GT. It goes straight to voicemail. Shit. I dial Harlow and nothing. I dial Ma and she answers on the first ring.
    “Hello?” Her voice is bright and warm and I want to seek comfort in it.
    “Ma. Please come and pick me up. I’m bleeding and can’t get ahold of GT. The doctor doesn’t want me driving and wants me at the hospital.” I choke back my sobs and swipe my hand across my nose, leaving a trail of snot that I wipe on the bed.
    “I’m on my way. Be outside waiting for me. I’m about two miles away at the gas station.”
    I nod then, realizing she can’t see me, I answer, “Okay.”
    “I’ll find GT, I promise you that.” The sound of Ma’s car revving gives me little peace, but I am thankful in the same breath. I slip on some cotton underwear and sweatpants, grabbing my phone, and purse and head to the door. I lock it and sit on the steps that lead to our entryway.
    Fear grips me and twists my heart into a knot. I suddenly become painfully aware that if I lose this baby too, I may not make it. There is only so much strength a woman can have.
    Stay strong, little one. I’m going to get help. I promise.
    Those minutes feel like hours as they slowly tick by. I sit and cry, holding my stomach. I love this baby so much. I rock back and forth, wiping my face profusely with the back of my hand. Ma’s black SUV barrels down my road and I rise, waiting for her to stop. She throws the truck into park and rushes out of the car.
    “It’s okay, sweetheart. Everything’s going to be okay,” Ma reassures me over and over as she helps me in the car. I’m in pain, but I enjoy her comfort.
    “We have to go.” The urgency in my voice is clear as she shuts my door and runs to the other side of truck, getting in and starting it.
    I clip my belt just as she takes off. I reach forward, steadying myself on the dash and look over at her. She’s biting her cheek and her eyes are in deep concentration. When we get on the main drag, she turns on her Bluetooth and the speakers crackle to life.
    “Call Pops.” The machine does her bidding just like everyone else. Ma is one tough cookie all the way around.
    “Hey, sweetie. Saw you called and was getting ready to call you back,” Pops coos through the speakers. At any other time, my heart would melt at the sentiment, not right now. I need to get help for my baby.
    “Find GT. Angel’s bleeding and I’m taking her to the hospital.” Her words are frantic and rush out of her mouth like a waterfall.
    “Shit,” he mutters. “Is she okay?”
    She looks over at me and I try to give a small smile. “Don’t know yet. We’ll know more when we get there.”
    “I’ll get him there in ten minutes. Love ya.” He hangs up without another word from Ma.
    “I swear these men are so damn hard to find when ya need ‘em.” Her hands grip the steering wheel so tight her knuckles turn white. Her concentration on the road while having a conversation is admirable.
    “GT probably didn’t answer because he’s mad. We had a little… issue.” I think back to his lips on that woman, my stomach cringes. Not time for that shit now.
    “You’ll have a lot of those. What did he do?” This is really not the time to be discussing this. I could be losing my baby, but I answer, not wanting to be disrespectful.
    “He kissed a woman on top of her head and hugged her tight outside the clubhouse door. I wasn’t supposed to be at work, but I was bored and wanted something to do. I saw him, he got pissed. I went home.”
    “And that’s why you’re bleeding?” she huffs. “That boy.” She shakes her