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“No, I know you’ll want to get her settled. I’ll let Constance know she needs a light meal, and will have one of the prospects run into town to pick up the prescriptions I called in.”
“Appreciate it, Doc. C’mon, Livy, let’s get you settled so you can feed Theo then get some rest,” I say, my hand going to her lower back.
“Okay.” Her voice is quiet, and I suspect she’s overwhelmed.
CHAPTER
FOUR
Olivia
I feel like I’m strung tighter than a fishing line that has a large fish hooked right now. It’s hard not to keep watch over my shoulder for Jasper and his shady friends, but I know they’re hours away from where I’m currently at right now. There’s no possible way he’d know where to look for me.
Once we’re out of the area that Doc uses for his infirmary, I follow BamBam since I don’t know where we’re going. He heads up a set of stairs and I’m right behind him, still a bit unsettled by the fact that I’m not bothered by the fact he’s carrying my son. Ever since the night Theo was born,allof his care has been on my shoulders. I mean, Jasper strutted around town boasting to anyone who’d listen that he had a son, but he’s never once changed, fed, rocked, or bathed him.
Not that I’m complaining about taking care of my boy. He’s the reason I’m still around if I’m being completely truthful with myself. If not for him, I would’ve either run a long time ago or taken myself out of the picture.Don’t think about it, Livy, mymind whispers, shutting me off from the ugly memories that want to rise up and overwhelm me once again.
“Here we are, Livy,” BamBam says, opening a door and stepping aside so I can walk through only to stop in my tracks.
“Constance and Maria both have grandkids,” a woman who I suspect is Rio’s wife says as she finishes putting a sheet on the mattress for the crib that’s in the corner. “So, there’s plenty of baby stuff around. And since this big oaf didn’t do it, I’ll introduce myself. I’m Isla but you can call me Issy.”
Tears fill my eyes but don’t fall; Issy may be making light of a hand me down crib, but in truth, Theo slept in a large laundry basket that I had made into a bed for him, using a cushion that I had repurposed to make a mattress. There’s even a mobile over it with bright, colorful toys gently moving to soft music.
“I’m Olivia or Livy,” I reply as BamBam settles Theo in the crib.
A knock on the door jamb has all of us turning only to see Mongrel and two other guys walk in with the bags of stuff that BamBam bought. “I dropped the bottles and formula off with Maria,” Mongrel states. “She said they had to be cleaned and sterilized or something like that, but I knew you had a couple of bottles in the backpack.”
“Thank you.” I feel like a broken record today. I’ve said that so many times already since BamBam found us on the side of the road.
“Not a problem,” he replies, setting the bags off to the side. “Constance said she was going to grab the clothes when she brought you something to eat so she could get them washed.”
“She doesn’t need to do that,” I protest.
“No, it’s okay,” Issy says while Mongrel nods.
He looks at BamBam and asks, “Gonna run into town to grab the prescriptions Doc said he sent in for her. Is there anything else I need to pick up?”
“Think we got it all, Mongrel,” BamBam replies, “If we think of anything else, we’ll send you a text.”
I’m so overwhelmed right now, I can feel myself trying to shut down, which isn’t a good thing considering everyone here is a stranger to me. BamBam must sense I’m teetering on the edge of losing control because he says, “When Mongrel gets back with your medication, I’ll bring it up to you. Right now, I think you need to take advantage of the fact that Theo is napping and take one yourself.”
“I’d rather take a shower first,” I admit. While Doc cleaned me up, I’m in desperate need of some hot water and soap. I feel so grimy and disgusting it’s not even remotely funny at this point.
“Let me run down and get something to cover your cast,” Issy says. “I’m bringing up one of those big ice packs I have too because you’re going to want to get your arm elevated and I’ve found over the years that ice helps with the pain.” With that, she rushes out of the room leaving me with BamBam.
“Can you tell me who did this to you?” he asks, waving his hand up and down over my bruised and battered body.
“My boyfriend,” I whisper. “Well, he’s an ex now, obviously. But his name is Jasper. Jasper Price. Do you need anything else?” I ask.
I may not know about motorcycle clubs, but I figure he’s asking me so he can check into Jasper. A shudder courses through me when I think of the possibility that he might find me somehow.
“What’s your address?” he questions. I quickly rattle it off and watch as he sends a text, presumably with all the information I’ve just given him.
With nothing else to do until Mongrel returns with my pain meds and Issy comes back, I go through the bags and pull out clothes for myself. I know they haven’t been washed yet, but there’s no way I’ll be able to take a shower then put the clothes I had on when I left. They’re ripped, torn, and bloody in some spots from the injuries Jasper left behind. Taking them into the bathroom, along with shampoo, conditioner, and soap, I return to the bedroom to see another woman with Issy.
“Hey, I’m Constance,” the older woman says as she sets a tray with a steaming bowl of soup or stew, I can’t tell from where I’m standing. “As soon as Doc gives me the go ahead, I’ll make sure to give you something with a little more sustenance.”
“I’m Livy,” I reply. “Thank you for this, all of this,” I tell her, waving my good hand around the room.
