“Things change and so do dreams. I love being Connor’s mom.”
“But do you love being Link’s Old Lady?”
Isn’t that the million dollar question. My phone keeps vibrating with more missed calls. Now Zoe is even trying to get through. I hesitate to answer my phone. Zoe could be calling me for Link, but she’s also got Connor again tonight.
“We should go back. Link finds out I drove off alone with you, he may kill us both.”
“I can take him.”
“Maybe but I’d rather not find out.”
“Been dying to kiss you all night and find out if it’d be as good as I remember, but I’m betting it’d be better.” He tucks a finger under my jaw to angle me in for a kiss.
My breath catches in my throat as he moves in slow motion bringing his mouth closer to mine. I close my eyes and jerk away. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”
“You love him that much?”
“I’m not a cheater. Even if he deserves it.”
“Fair enough.” He drops back in the passenger seat and stares out the window. Disappointment hangs between us for different reasons.
I shift to reverse to drive him back to the clubhouse then I am going to pick up my son.
Chapter Thirteen
If Vince doesn’t keep his eyes off my wife, he’s going to be a dead bird.
The fight’s barely started when the prospect, Nav taps me on the shoulder. “Someone wants a private word with you in the clubhouse.” Irritation laces through me. Probably Vince wanting a private chat about what went down earlier, but I’ve got nothing more to say to him. I catch his gaze across the pit, and he gives me a chin lift.
Fucker. This ends now.
“Be back in a second.” I kiss my wife’s forehead and stomp to the clubhouse. I go through the back door and to the bar. The place is empty for now. Everyone is outside enjoying the fight. I light up a cigarette and wait.
“Don’t be angry,” Danika starts toward me.
This fucking cunt. I snuff my cigarette out. “Told you to stay the fuck away from me. Shoulda fuckin’ listened.”
“I just wanted to apologize, but I didn’t want to upset Pam.”
“I don’t give a damn what you want. What do you think would happen if my wife saw us right now? You have any idea what this would do to her? Or what she’ll do to you.”
“I know she must hate me. I mean I would.” She lets out a huff and grabs the edge of my shirt.
I grab her around the throat. “Don’t touch me, cunt.” I squeeze in final warning. Her blue eyes bulge as she smacks at the grip I have on her. “Best thing you can do is to get the hell out of Charleston. I see you again I’ll fucking bury you in a hole so damn deep no one will ever find you.” I let her go and return to the fight to find my wife gone and apparently so is Vince.
You’ve got to be shitting me. I pull my cell out and dial Pam as I scan the crowd.
No answer. I go over to where I last left her even though I don’t see her.
“Where’s my wife?” I question her sister.
Jules purses her lips. “She said she was going to get a beer.”
“When?”
“Not long after you took off. Everything okay?”
“I don’t know.” I stalk off in search of Murder when my cell vibrates with a call from my sister. My first instinct is to hit ignore but she could be calling about Connor, so I take it.
“Talk to me.”
“Don’t freak out, but I was in the kitchen cutting up a banana for Connor. I turned my back for two seconds. Kimber was supposed to be watching him, and he fell and hit his head on the corner of the coffee table. I think he’s gonna need stitches. Can you and Pam meet me at the ER? I don’t want to scare you, but I feel I should warn you there’s a lot of blood.” My stomach drops at the sound of my boy squalling in the background.
“Call Pam. I’ll be there soon as I can.”
“Isn’t she with you?”
“Not currently. Just call her.”
“I will. I promise he’s going to be okay. I’m on my way. Kimber has him in the backseat trying to stop the bleeding.”
I go to the garage where there’s a few old bikes in storage that Grudge used to tinker around with and pray that one of them runs.
I roar away from the clubhouse with my heart about to burst up in my throat. I can’t get Pam on the phone. For all I know she’s off somewhere with that cocksucker who’d love nothing more than to come between us. All thanks to that fucking cunt getting in the way again.
Life is a fucked up funny bastard and so is his sister karma. Guess I’m getting mine.
My chest squeezes tight. If anything happens to Connor, I don’t know what the fuck I’ll do. I’m torn between going off to look for my wife or driving straight to the hospital to be with our son. I know Zoe is with him, but Pam and I should be there. Rain starts pelting against my back.
Just my damn luck that I picked a motorcycle with bald ass tires.
I was in such a damn hurry to ride out I didn’t think to put a helmet on. A fat raindrop hits my face, and I blink for a second. One second is all it takes for me to blow through the stop sign and into an oncoming car. The moment my body connects with the metal and I go sailing over the hood, my wife’s face flashes through my head. My sweet Pam. I call her that because she’s got a damn mouth on her that is anything but sweet. My back hits the pavement, and I pray that Connor is going to be okay before my head hits the asphalt. I blink my eyes as warmth spreads from the back of my head. My right leg burns, hell everything hurts.
Rain continues to fall as I struggle to stay conscious.
Chapter Fourteen
The rain is coming down now in heavy sheets as I turn left to take Vince back to the clubhouse. I can hardly make out a thing even though the wipers are on high and my bright lights are on. I edge forward taking the turn slow. I’ve always hated driving in the rain. Out of nowhere we’re struck on the driver’s side. Something thumps across the hood as I slam on the brakes.
Vince knocks his head against the dashboard with a curse as we roll to a stop. “The fuck was that?”
I glance out the driver’s side window not seeing anything. “Maybe I hit a deer or something.” I roll down my window partially and peer into the darkness seeing a motorcycle I don’t recognize illuminated in my headlights. “Oh my God.” My hand files to my mouth. “It was person.” I turn my emergency flashers on. “Use my phone. Call 911.” I throw my door open getting soaked as I run around the front looking for the rider.
I find him on the opposite side sprawled out on the roadway. My heart shatters as I sink to the asphalt next to the body. “Link,” I cry out and touch his clammy face.
Vince jumps out saying something, but I can’t hear anything he’s stating. All I hear is the rain coming down. I got to lift Link’s head to my lap when Vince stops me with a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t move him. We don’t know the extent of his injuries. Dispatch has someone in route.” He squats next to me rubbing his forehead. “Is that?”