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Chapter 15
Saint
“Brother, take a god damned chill pill, would you? She told you she would be here in thirty minutes. She’s only five minutes late.” Wolf said,
I didn’t comment on anything the fucker said. But come the fuck on, telling me to take a chill pill? He has met me... right?
For some weird as fuck reason, my hand went up to my chest, my knuckles rubbing at the place over my heart. The heart was made up of three chambers.
Two beings had invaded it.
And forever, they would stay.
When another thirty minutes had passed and still no sign of them, I was pacing.
I had called and called and called.
The brothers were getting worried along with me.
Just as I made another pass through the main room of the clubhouse, my phone rang.
Whipping it out, I figured I broke it when I slammed it open, put it to my ear, and asked, “Baby?”
A woman’s voice I didn’t recognize asked, “Hi, is this Benjamin Christopher, otherwise known as Saint?”
My brows furrowed, “Yeah, who the fuck is this?”
“My name is Connelly Zabo. I’m a nurse at Bayou Bend Hospital. We were asked to call you for an Ophelia and Soraya Cartwright.”
“Are they okay?” I asked as my fist rubbed over my heart.
My brothers were up and pulling their keys out of their pockets as I heard, “Yes. They are both going to be fine. Can you come to the hospital? Just ask for me.”
Thankfully, I hadn’t broken my phone, as I ran toward my bike, pocketing it.
***
My boots pounded on the white floor as I ate up the distance, getting to their room.
“I want Saint,” that little voice saying she wanted me... fuck me.
Turning the corner into her room, I said, “I’m right here, princess. I’m right here.”
The nurse at her side jumped back and used the tablet to cover her face.
Soraya’s little blue eyes popped, and then I watched as crocodile tears streamed down her face as her little arms came up, one of them was wrapped in that ugly-as-hell brown wrap.
Getting to her, I gently lifted her, one hand cradling the back of her head and pressing it to my neck, as I whispered, “You're okay. Thank fuckin’ Christ.”
That was when I heard my woman screaming, “Where is my daughter?”
Nuke, who had followed me into the room, stepped around the brothers who had also followed me and signaled to someone.
In the next instance, I watched as my woman moved toward us at a speed she shouldn’t have been moving with a white bandage wrapped around her head.
She collided with me.
My arms were full of the two beings I treasured when I looked at Nuke and mouthed, “Find out what the fuck happened.”
