Page 41 of Bayou Knights
“Fuck?”
“My heart started to beat,” is all he says as my jaw drops. Well then, where does that leave me?
CHAPTERNINETEEN
Plum
I woke up on the couch in that hotel, feeling like shit, but also feeling safer than I had in a long time.
I stared out at the cityscape, the Space Needle, and felt like I could breathe.
“Here,” someone hands me a plate and then another sets a hot cup of tea in front of me.
“Thank you,” I whisper. I learn their names, Ranger, Army, Rip, Capone, Diablo. All men of Black Bayou MC. Ranger said that Zion has used various resources to find me and that he’s been watching over my son. I don’t know how I can thank him. I also am aware that I’m now damaged goods. No man will want to be with me after this. I’m sure I was a pity fuck anyways.
“You’re healing nicely,” Ranger says as he flips the TV on.
“Thanks to you,” I say softly.
“We need to take you to the hospital today to check and see if they’re broken,” Army says, meaning my feet.
“Okay.”
“Once you’re done with that, we’ll get you some food and rest. Maybe in a few days, we can take you to see the sights,” Rip adds.
“I won’t be able to walk,” I frown.
“Oh, little one, we’ll get you a wheelchair,” York says, kissing the top of my head. It’s been a week, a little over since we’ve been here. I want to talk to Gage but I need some time. I don’t know what to say to him. I am a worthless mother.
I’ve become fond of the men that saved me. I wake to someone in my bed every morning, usually Capone or Diablo. I’ve had nightmares every night and someone comes to hold me. I’m okay with that, though once I wake up, I scurry from the bed as best I can. They all keep their movements slow around me and try not to startle me. It doesn’t take much to do that though. I guess it will take time to find some kind of normalcy.
“You don’t have to do that,” I say.
“We want to,” they all chuckle.
I learned that Ranger and Army are triplets, their brother is back in Louisiana.
I woke up one of those first days and thought I had been hit too hard and I was seeing double. They didn’t raz me too hard about it. I mean I was hit hard, but I’m glad I can still see.
“Eat up. I’ll help you into the bath,” Diablo says, and I drop my head down as I blush. All of the men here have seen me naked, not in a sexual way. I was hardly dressed when they found me and in a clinical sense, they have helped bathe me and dressed me. I hate that I need help, I hate feeling helpless, but I appreciate that they avoid looking at me as they lower me in and help me out. True gentlemen.
York helps me in and waits as I wash off and then helps me dress.
The doctor they took me to seemed rushed and it was painful when he was examining my feet. I felt like I was reliving my nightmare all over again. It didn’t take him too long to decide I needed casts on both feet and to keep them elevated as well as not to walk on them for several weeks, though he never said that they were for sure broken.
After a few days of complete rest, they did make good on taking me out to see the sights. The guys were sweet, buying ice cream, taking me to the pop culture museum, though I was on serious painkillers. It was nice to see them as men and not bikers. I’m not stereotyping, I’m grateful that the MC looked for me.
“When can we go home?” I ask Rip as he wheels me into the suite some hours later as Ranger hands me a glass with some pain killers.
“Tomorrow. Ranger is securing a plane. You’ll see Gage soon,” Capone growls. I jump a little bit, but I think it’s just the way he talks. I see his face soften as he approaches me, cupping my cheek and kissing my head.
“Give all of us a chance,” he whispers. I look at him in surprise.
“What?”
“The MC, all of us, we’re a family. Zion is beside himself. He will try to push you away. Don’t let him,” Capone says softly, as softly as he can.
I don’t say anything, I just nod. I don’t have a problem with the MC, they saved me. It me who they should have a problem with. Those guys will come back, I put them all in danger.
