guess Waldo is here. I’m making you dinner tomorrow night. Love you.” She hung up and went to the door.
She checked to make sure it was Waldo, then opened the door and pointed to Lana. “Make sure she gets home. The key to her house is in her purse. Thank you for coming so soon.”
Waldo just grinned and picked Lana up like she weighed nothing. She followed them to the truck and made sure Lana had on her seatbelt and placed her purse in her lap. She looked at her lawn and saw how half-assed her drunken sister had parked. Maybe she’d move sooner to get away from all of this stress.
“Thanks, Waldo. And no touching her. True will have your nuts in a vise grip if you do. Drive carefully so she doesn’t puke.” She watched Waldo’s face turn a bit green before she headed back into the house, set the alarm, and turned off the lights.
She just wanted to go to sleep. Thoughts of Raven didn’t even cross her mind as she climbed into her bed. Her head hit her pillow and she closed her eyes at once. She didn’t want to think about anything but blessed sleep.
Raven paced the cell. He wondered what in the hell was going on upstairs and if Morgana was safe. Had she really mouthed “I love you” or were his eyes playing tricks on him?
This sucked and he couldn’t hear a damn thing. He was going to lose it if he didn’t get out of the cell. He was sure if Morgana could, she would come down and talk to him, or at least put the camera on and let him see she was fine. He didn’t know what to think. Time was standing still, and it drove him crazy not actually knowing the time. If Whistler or True were in the house and something bad had happened, they would have been down to let him out so he could go kill whoever needed to pay for breaking into his house.
Damn Morgana for even thinking she could imprison him. What the hell was going on in her mind?
He finally sat on the bunk looking at the wall of flat-screen television sets. Blank. The fucking things were blank. He needed to be able to see what was going on. He leaned against the wall and started to think. Would the Filthy Fiends hit his house? He knew Morgana treated some of them at the jail, and knowing her, she was a damn good nurse to all her patients. It didn’t matter to her if they were a rival MC member or not; she did her job well and loved doing it. He had heard that the Fiends had said she and Lana were off limits and not to be hurt. But hearing it didn’t make it true. He didn’t trust a Filthy Fiend as far as he could toss one. He wondered how long it had been since the gunshots had gone off. He had heard rapid fire, which meant they might have just hit the house and drove off. It was hard to tell, hearing things through a fucking speaker too.
If anything happened to his wife and baby, he was going to lose it. The thought of no Morgana in his life was suddenly unbearable.
He hung his head down as he thought of all the rotten things he’d done and said in the past. He tried to lie on the bunk and put his shirt over his eyes. Every fucking shitty thing he’d done to her seemed to pop into his mind. He had pictures of her face too, looking so damn sad and yet agreeing to whatever he’d said. What a monster he had become to her … and for no reason.
Maybe he did deserve to be in this cell, but he knew he didn’t deserve to lose her. He’d love her more and he’d take what little love she had for him now and be content with it. He’d be a good father and he’d prove his love for his family every day of the rest of his life if God gave him a chance. He couldn’t lose the one thing that was constant and normal. The loving woman he’d married … God wouldn’t be so cruel. Or would he? Raven had done many evil things, but he still believed most of it was justified.
He rolled to his side and wondered again how much time had passed. His heart was pounding in his head and he felt like shit. He suddenly wondered if she had
She checked to make sure it was Waldo, then opened the door and pointed to Lana. “Make sure she gets home. The key to her house is in her purse. Thank you for coming so soon.”
Waldo just grinned and picked Lana up like she weighed nothing. She followed them to the truck and made sure Lana had on her seatbelt and placed her purse in her lap. She looked at her lawn and saw how half-assed her drunken sister had parked. Maybe she’d move sooner to get away from all of this stress.
“Thanks, Waldo. And no touching her. True will have your nuts in a vise grip if you do. Drive carefully so she doesn’t puke.” She watched Waldo’s face turn a bit green before she headed back into the house, set the alarm, and turned off the lights.
She just wanted to go to sleep. Thoughts of Raven didn’t even cross her mind as she climbed into her bed. Her head hit her pillow and she closed her eyes at once. She didn’t want to think about anything but blessed sleep.
Raven paced the cell. He wondered what in the hell was going on upstairs and if Morgana was safe. Had she really mouthed “I love you” or were his eyes playing tricks on him?
This sucked and he couldn’t hear a damn thing. He was going to lose it if he didn’t get out of the cell. He was sure if Morgana could, she would come down and talk to him, or at least put the camera on and let him see she was fine. He didn’t know what to think. Time was standing still, and it drove him crazy not actually knowing the time. If Whistler or True were in the house and something bad had happened, they would have been down to let him out so he could go kill whoever needed to pay for breaking into his house.
Damn Morgana for even thinking she could imprison him. What the hell was going on in her mind?
He finally sat on the bunk looking at the wall of flat-screen television sets. Blank. The fucking things were blank. He needed to be able to see what was going on. He leaned against the wall and started to think. Would the Filthy Fiends hit his house? He knew Morgana treated some of them at the jail, and knowing her, she was a damn good nurse to all her patients. It didn’t matter to her if they were a rival MC member or not; she did her job well and loved doing it. He had heard that the Fiends had said she and Lana were off limits and not to be hurt. But hearing it didn’t make it true. He didn’t trust a Filthy Fiend as far as he could toss one. He wondered how long it had been since the gunshots had gone off. He had heard rapid fire, which meant they might have just hit the house and drove off. It was hard to tell, hearing things through a fucking speaker too.
If anything happened to his wife and baby, he was going to lose it. The thought of no Morgana in his life was suddenly unbearable.
He hung his head down as he thought of all the rotten things he’d done and said in the past. He tried to lie on the bunk and put his shirt over his eyes. Every fucking shitty thing he’d done to her seemed to pop into his mind. He had pictures of her face too, looking so damn sad and yet agreeing to whatever he’d said. What a monster he had become to her … and for no reason.
Maybe he did deserve to be in this cell, but he knew he didn’t deserve to lose her. He’d love her more and he’d take what little love she had for him now and be content with it. He’d be a good father and he’d prove his love for his family every day of the rest of his life if God gave him a chance. He couldn’t lose the one thing that was constant and normal. The loving woman he’d married … God wouldn’t be so cruel. Or would he? Raven had done many evil things, but he still believed most of it was justified.
He rolled to his side and wondered again how much time had passed. His heart was pounding in his head and he felt like shit. He suddenly wondered if she had
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