he headed toward the door.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said.
He turned back, “Yeah?”
“Yeah. You need to stay there and figure out this mess with Maverick. Those guns are somewhere. When I get out of here, I’m going after them. And after Maverick, just for fun.”
He nodded his head, running his hand down his beard and then growled, “Plus, that fucking outdoor MC Rally for Peace is in two weeks. Justin and Dane have been working like mad men trying to get the plans in place.
“Oh, shit. Is it that time of year already?”
Once a year, all the clubs in a 300 mile radius come together in what the news outlets claim was a show of peace. It was the most ridiculously fucked up thing we did.
It started in the eighties when gang violence was the DA’s hard on and the hot topic in every election. For some reason all area politicians, most of whom were getting monthly envelopes from one club or another, decided they needed to back Senator Richardson’s claims to be making progress toward cleaning up the states. I’m sure it looked good.
We were going because Pops had said we were. Braxton thought it was a bad idea and voted against it every year, but until his cut read President…we went to the damn thing.
I laid my head back against my pillow, the pain meds starting to kick in. During the day the meds kept the pain at bay, but at night the nurses kicked it up a notch to make sure I slept.
“I should be out in a couple days. I’ll let you know when you can pick me up.”
I barely registered the door closing.
The best part of the meds, they gave me a complete release of tension. I normally tried everything I could do to relax but it never worked. These pills were like gold and I suddenly felt a brotherhood with every street junkie out there.
“Yeah,” I sighed, talking to myself as the floating feeling started. “I totally get it.”
CHAPTER NINE
Softly falling footsteps interrupted my peaceful sleep. Not enough to open my eyes but enough to be sensitive to the presence of another person in the room. I surrounded myself with the false security the hospital provided deciding I wasn't going to worry about it.
Normally, survival was my main objective and I considered everyone a threat unless proved otherwise. But right now, if someone wanted to kill me, I was perfectly content being an easy target. I was too tired and relaxed to give one shit about it.
I drew in a deep breath, willing my body to slip back into the dream free abyss the pain medication provided. I wanted to be taken deep. A place where my mind and body could get a reprieve from everything this life expected from me.
A light touch on my wrist pulled me back to the surface. I held my wrist off the mattress, knowing the routine. The nurse scanned my ID bracelet and gently laid my arm back down.
Her touch lingered softly on the top of my hand, brushing across my knuckles before slowly moving down my fingers. My body ignited.
It was a kind, intentional touch. A thousand unspoken words passed through our skin on skin contact. Her touch…powerful enough to start a war, gentle enough to ease the worst of pains.
My eyelids fluttered as I struggled to open them. I needed to see the person capable of showing such depth of emotion with one simple gesture.
I caught a glimpse of the nurse as she rushed past the end of my bed, a new IV bag in hand. She immediately went to work programming the IV machine. My heavy eyelids opened and closed slowly as I turned toward her.
”Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered without looking at me. Her cheeks were flushed with the most beautiful shade of pink. She nibbled at her bottom lip as her trembling fingers lingered over the buttons on the machine.
Several silky strands of dark hair fell loosely around her face and she struggled to get them back into the low bun she wore. Her fingers hesitated at her neck, as her eyes dropped to the floor for just a second and then quickly back to
“Don’t worry about it,” I said.
He turned back, “Yeah?”
“Yeah. You need to stay there and figure out this mess with Maverick. Those guns are somewhere. When I get out of here, I’m going after them. And after Maverick, just for fun.”
He nodded his head, running his hand down his beard and then growled, “Plus, that fucking outdoor MC Rally for Peace is in two weeks. Justin and Dane have been working like mad men trying to get the plans in place.
“Oh, shit. Is it that time of year already?”
Once a year, all the clubs in a 300 mile radius come together in what the news outlets claim was a show of peace. It was the most ridiculously fucked up thing we did.
It started in the eighties when gang violence was the DA’s hard on and the hot topic in every election. For some reason all area politicians, most of whom were getting monthly envelopes from one club or another, decided they needed to back Senator Richardson’s claims to be making progress toward cleaning up the states. I’m sure it looked good.
We were going because Pops had said we were. Braxton thought it was a bad idea and voted against it every year, but until his cut read President…we went to the damn thing.
I laid my head back against my pillow, the pain meds starting to kick in. During the day the meds kept the pain at bay, but at night the nurses kicked it up a notch to make sure I slept.
“I should be out in a couple days. I’ll let you know when you can pick me up.”
I barely registered the door closing.
The best part of the meds, they gave me a complete release of tension. I normally tried everything I could do to relax but it never worked. These pills were like gold and I suddenly felt a brotherhood with every street junkie out there.
“Yeah,” I sighed, talking to myself as the floating feeling started. “I totally get it.”
CHAPTER NINE
Softly falling footsteps interrupted my peaceful sleep. Not enough to open my eyes but enough to be sensitive to the presence of another person in the room. I surrounded myself with the false security the hospital provided deciding I wasn't going to worry about it.
Normally, survival was my main objective and I considered everyone a threat unless proved otherwise. But right now, if someone wanted to kill me, I was perfectly content being an easy target. I was too tired and relaxed to give one shit about it.
I drew in a deep breath, willing my body to slip back into the dream free abyss the pain medication provided. I wanted to be taken deep. A place where my mind and body could get a reprieve from everything this life expected from me.
A light touch on my wrist pulled me back to the surface. I held my wrist off the mattress, knowing the routine. The nurse scanned my ID bracelet and gently laid my arm back down.
Her touch lingered softly on the top of my hand, brushing across my knuckles before slowly moving down my fingers. My body ignited.
It was a kind, intentional touch. A thousand unspoken words passed through our skin on skin contact. Her touch…powerful enough to start a war, gentle enough to ease the worst of pains.
My eyelids fluttered as I struggled to open them. I needed to see the person capable of showing such depth of emotion with one simple gesture.
I caught a glimpse of the nurse as she rushed past the end of my bed, a new IV bag in hand. She immediately went to work programming the IV machine. My heavy eyelids opened and closed slowly as I turned toward her.
”Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered without looking at me. Her cheeks were flushed with the most beautiful shade of pink. She nibbled at her bottom lip as her trembling fingers lingered over the buttons on the machine.
Several silky strands of dark hair fell loosely around her face and she struggled to get them back into the low bun she wore. Her fingers hesitated at her neck, as her eyes dropped to the floor for just a second and then quickly back to
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