Page 45 of Point of Infinity
“Kenzie.” He motioned for her. “Come hold my hand.”
She slid into the car next to him. He collapsed with his head in her lap.
“It’s like looking in the mirror.” She grabbed his good hand and smiled at me.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine.” She nodded.
I shut the door and climbed into the front passenger seat.
Doc climbed into the driver’s side.
Patrick passed out before we exited the parking lot.
He never regained consciousness before Doc, and his colleague, rolled him off to surgery. I watched my best friend get wheeled away and didn’t have time to talk to him. Tell him he did well. I wondered if he had a stake high enough in the game to do what needed to be done. I forgot about his need to protect people. It was as ingrained in him as revenge was ingrained in Kenzie and me.
He protected his family at all costs, and he may have to pay the ultimate price.
“Hey.” Kenzie grabbed my hand. “Let’s find something to eat.”
I couldn’t move.
“He’s going to be all right.” She squeezed my hand. “He’s too cocky to die on us now.”
I chuckled as tears pooled in my eyes. She turned to give me a moment as she pulled me down the hospital corridor. My clothes hung off her. The baggy leggings were part of a shipment of workout gear and uniforms we had purchased for a baseball team that never received it. Turns out the shipment was a cover for a drug buy.
We discussed with Sonny about more legitimate business throughout the club network, and he called us greedy. He had ambition for his kids, but in earning and leading others so they would earn for the good of the club. If they couldn’t earn, they had to be useful in other ways. Neither Patrick nor I was either of those things, and he held a sense of contempt for each of us in his own way.
We found a vending machine and grabbed some sodas and junk food. We settled on a couch in the corner of the waiting room. It was 3:00 a.m., and we were the only ones in the room. The lights were dim, and a television played in the corner with the sound low.
We dug into the snack as if it were our last meal.
Kenzie shoved two mini powdered donuts in her mouth.
“Slow down.” I grabbed the coffee table and pulled it closer. I put my feet up. It felt like I hadn’t sat down and relaxed in years. “You’re going to make yourself sick.”
She shook her head but continued eating more donuts and chased them with a soft drink.
“Happy to see that after an evening of blood and death, you still have your appetite.” I sipped from a bottle of water.
She handed me a donut.
“Thank you.” I smiled. She smiled back. She really was beautiful. And she did not look like her brother. She had a distinct shine all her own.
“What?” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Nothing.”
A few of the guys entered the waiting room. I acknowledged them with a head nod, but they gave us a wide berth. I appreciated them more than they could know.
“Now that your lifelong ambitions have been fulfilled . . .” I took her hand. “What now?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged.
“That cabana on the beach is looking pretty good right about now.”
She crawled over to me and laid her head on my chest. I kissed the top of her head.
