Page 32 of Rockstar Untamed
Bay tucked her new-born son back into his bed. Buddy was feeding so well that the doctors said she could take him home in the morning, and Bay was relieved. She’d had her fill of hospitals after she’d been shot. Months and months of treatment.If we have another child, she thought,I’m insisting on a home birth.She bent down and kissed her son’s soft head.
“Love you, Buddy Boo. Sleep tight.”
She gazed down at him, never having enough of the sight of him. When they’d had the girls, it was such a tumultuous time, there hadn’t been any time for quiet reflection. Now, with Tom at home with Esme and Milly, probably being run ragged by his daughters, Bay could enjoy the quiet hours with her son. She glanced at the clock. Three a.m. She didn’t mind the middle of the night feeds; she enjoyed the silence of the hospital, and the view over Seattle at night. She stared out at the city now, over to the top of the Needle, squinting to see if she could see the outline of Rainier in the dark. She heard the door squeak open behind her and turned. A nurse, dressed in scrubs went to pick her chart with her vital signs up. Bay, her brain still full of baby hormones, didn’t even question it, so used to people coming and in out at all times.
“Hi. Quiet night?”
The nurse said nothing, and Bay frowned. She tried again. “Hey…”
She touched the arm of the nurse, and he or she whirled around and Bay sawhiseyes.
And recognized them immediately. Her heart nearly failed and she knew one thing.
She would not let Stu Lawson harm her child. She threw herself over Buddy’s crib, but Stu grabbed her hair and yanked her backward, throwing her across the room. Bay hardly had time to open her mouth to scream before Stu was on her, slashing at her with a scalpel. Bay kicked him away, ignoring the slice of the blade across her skin of her thigh as Stu lost balance. Bay screamed for help as Stu, his eyes crazed lunged for Buddy’s cradle and Bay, giving the banshee cry of the lioness, launched herself at him, her hands clawing at him. Stu grabbed and shoved her against the wall as two burly security guards rushed in and grabbed him, hauling him away from Bay and out into the hall, still screaming. Bay immediately went to her son, who was bawling, and scooped him into her arms, breathing hard, checking her son for any wounds. There was blood spattered across his coverlet, but thankfully, she could find nothing wrong. A fleet of doctors and nurses came in, and one stepped forward, his face pale.
“Nurse Edwards, please take Mrs. Meir’s son and make sure he is fine.”
Bay shook her head. “No, he’s fine, he’s fine, he’s okay.”
The doctor nodded to the nurse who came to take Buddy, but Bay shook her head. “No. I want him. He’s fine.”
The doctor stepped toward her. “Bay, honey, Buddy may be okay, but you’renot. Sweetie, right now you have adrenaline coursing through your system. When it goes away, which it will any second, you will start to feel pain. A lot of pain. When you do, you may pass out, and I don’t want you holding Buddy when you do. Please. Give him to Nurse Edwards.”
Bay stared at him, and sure enough, now the attack was over she began to feel something like pain creeping over her. She handed her son to the nurse and then looked down at herself. Her nightdress was soaked in blood from numerous slashes across it, but what she noticed was the blood streaming down her leg from the thigh wound.
Fuck.It was deep. The thick dark blood was pumping down her leg and pooling where she stood. Arterial blood.Oh no, no…Bay felt a wave of dizziness and the doctor caught her as she passed out.
The doctor and nurses got Bay onto her bed and the doctor examined her. “Shit. She has a deep laceration to the right thigh. Possible femoral artery rupture. Let’s get her down to surgery now before she bleeds out. Someone, please, call Tomas Meir, and the police, and then tell me what thefuckwent on here tonight.”
Tom Meir had finally gotten off to sleep when the call came and then his heart nearly failed. Bay and Buddy had been attacked, Buddy was okay but Bay was in surgery with serious stab wounds.
Please no, not again…
He knew it was Stu Lawson, who else would it be? He, Tom, had failed Bay when she was at her most vulnerable. Why hadn’t he insisted on a security guard at her hospital room?Because then you would have to tell her you kept Stu Lawson’s escape from her…
Oh god, my darling, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…
He woke the girls and called Kym and Roman. They were horrified and told him they would meet him at the hospital. Tom strapped the girls into their car seats, praying he wouldn’t be too late, that he wouldn’t have to explain to his girls that their mommy had been killed by a very bad man, and that their daddy hadn’t been able to stop him.
Sailor stretched her body out in the morning sun and opened her eyes. Bodhi was at the stove, flipping delicious smelling pancakes onto a plate. Sailor got up, snatched Bodhi’s shirt from the bottom of the bed, wrapping it around herself, and padded silently behind him, slipping her arms around his waist. She still had a hard time believing this beautiful big man was hers.
“I love you.”
Bodhi turned around and with a shock, it wasn’t Bodhi but Bart. He smiled nastily. “I’m glad to hear it, Sailor, but it’s a little too late for that.” In his hand, a large, lethal-looking knife and he drove it deep into her stomach. As she fell to the floor, dying, she saw Bodhi laying across from her, his throat cut, the light in his eyes fading…
“Sailor! Baby, wake up!”
Sailor finally stopped screaming as Bodhi wrapped his arms around her. “Baby, you were dreaming, having a nightmare.”
Slowly, she managed to calm herself. Bodhi looked at her with deep concern in his eyes. “Are you alright?”
Sailor drew in a deep breath. “Sorry, darling, I’m so sorry. God, a bad dream doesn’t cover it.” She rubbed her hands over her face. “Jesus, I haven’t had one of them for months.”
Bodhi stroked her hair. “Do you want to talk to me about it?”
She smiled wanly. “What else would it be about but Bart? I’m constantly waiting for him to find me, to hurt me or worse, hurt you. I couldn’t bear it if I was responsible for anything happening to anyone I love. I would rather die, Bodhi.”
Bodhi winced. “Don’t say that, baby.”
