Page 44 of Knot My MC
“Did you go into the club?” Crow asks, giving me a look.
We never should have trusted him.
At the end of the day, Stocky was the only guy in our crew Curtis wouldn’t recognize. We couldn’t send a patched member. It had to be Stocky. Unsuspecting and young. Curtis wouldn’t know why the kid was hanging around aside from thinking he was there to watch the women dance.
“I couldn’t go in with my vest.” Stocky huffs, like he’s annoyed with us for being dimwitted.
“Goddammit, Stocky. Did it never occur to you to take the fucking vest off?” I growl.
“I can take it off?”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jag mutters. “Do you sleep in the damn thing?”
Silence answers us. It’s so dumb. Never in my years with the club have I heard of a guy not taking his vest off. Yeah, we have the whole spiel about the vest being a form of protection, but it’s not like we’re ordering our guys to live in them.
“I didn’t know, man.”
“Talk to me about Nova. Is she okay?”
“They’re taking her to the hospital. She couldn’t even stand on her own. There are cops everywhere, Prez. It’s some sort of bust. I heard some chatter about another omega and some drugs he’s been pushing.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. Never send a prospect on an important job. That’s one of the pieces of wisdom the former Prez gave to me, and now I’m paying the price for not listening.
Nova is Kody’s younger sister. She’s an omega and right before Kody died, he made us promise to protect her. He’d been shot by some idiot at a bar and bled out before we could get him back to the doc. The only thing he ever asked of the club was that we take care of her. She was matched with a low pack a few years ago and it seemed like they’d be good to her.
We hadn’t heard from her for a while though, and I stupidly assumed she was too busy with her new guys to spare us any attention. Not to mention, the alphas wouldn’t take too kindly to another alpha checking up on their omega.
“Which hospital?” I finally ask.
“Uh—”
“Stocky, you’re starting to piss me off.” I grind my teeth to keep from going off on him for being an idiot. “Find her and report back.” I hang up and toss the phone aside. My eyes cut to Jag’s door. Kiki has been quiet. Maybe she’s asleep. I want to tell her what we’re going to do, but I don’t want to wake her. Sleeping is better than crying.
“We’re going after her.”
I scowl at Jag. “Of course we are. You think I’d leave her there to rot.”
He shakes his head. “No. Who’s going to stay with Kiki?”
“Crow can, he’ll be here to make her food or whatever she wants. He’s better with that shit than you are.”
He’s not wrong.
“That means you’re with me. Can you go get Punchy and Hammer?” I ask.
Two aptly named assholes who don’t mind a good fight. I don’t exactly want to catch heat, but there’s no way Nova is staying in that hospital. I don’t trust Camila or her pack, wherever they are.
* * *
We take the Tahoe to the hospital. Something tells me Nova won’t be able to stay on the back of a motorcycle. We left our vests behind and we’re wearing face masks, about the best cover we have given the short notice. The vests would be a dead giveaway as to who we are, but face masks are actually better at deceiving facial recognition software. I head to the main nurses station. Jag steps beside me while Punchy and Hammer stand at our backs. I don’t have to look to know they’re doing their jobs. Unlike the prospect, they know what needs to be done.
“We’re here to see Nova Thornhill.”
The woman with thick rimmed black glasses peers up at me, her glossed lips puckering slightly. “You’re her pack?”
“Yeah,” I lie. She can think we’re assholes so long as it gets us in to see her.
There’s a stretch of silence where the nurse, Tammy based on her name tag, clearly debates on letting us in to see her. She flicks her gaze to Jag and he winks at her. That look right there has gotten him out of a lot of trouble, and it seems Nurse Tammy isn’t immune to his charm. Some of that judgment fades a little and she relents.
