Page 74 of Jett

“You fuckin’ idiot. ‘Hold my calls’ don’t mean when it comes to my woman and baby.” I snatch the phone off him and put it to my ear. “I’m sorry, babe. Diesel’s a fuckin’ dead man.”

“Mr King?”

“Yeah, who’s this? How’d you get this number?”

“Your ... girlfriend gave it to us. I’m Margret. I work on the maternity ward at The Children’s Hospital at Westmead.”

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s been an incident with Mrs Cole. I’m not at liberty to say exactly what happened over the phone, but you should definitely get down here as soon as possible.”

“What the hell do you mean you’re not at liberty to say? That’s my fucking wife and baby you’re talking about.”

“I understand, sir, but hospital policy states—”

“I don’t give a shit about your policy. Tell me what the hell is wrong with my woman.”

“She’s been attacked.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“She’s in a very fragile state right now, Mr King, and she needs those around her to be calm and—”

“The baby?”

“I suggest you come down here as soon as possible.”

The line goes dead and ice floods my veins. I’ve seen some pretty fucked up shit—done some fucked up shit—but nothing has ever turned my veins to ice like the tone in that bitch’s voice. “Fuck!” I kick the door and my foot goes right through it.

“Prez?” Tank says.

“Raine’s in the hospital. She was attacked.”

“Attacked?” Grim says, shooting out of his chair. It falls back against the floorboards with a ringing clang that shakes the floor and reverberates through my skull.

“That’s what I said, arsehole. Kick, go to the apartment. Talk to the neighbours. Find out what the hell happened there. The old bat next door is all up in our fucking grill twenty-four/seven. Start with her—see if she heard anything.”

“You got it, Prez.”

“Take this arsehole with you in case they come back.” I point to Killer. I know Kick is more than capable of handling himself, but I want that little poser prick Killer out of my fucking hair.

“What did I do?” Killer complains. Kick slaps him upside the head and the kid whines.

“You got on my last fucking nerve.” I open what’s left of the broken door and stalk through the clubhouse.

Outside, I get on my bike, rev the engine, and take off. Several of the brothers follow me, along with the Devil’s President and a few of their men. We break every speed limit and run every red light between the clubhouse and the hospital.

The nurse at the front desk is being a bitch and waiting for conformation from the maternity ward before she’ll let me up to see my woman.

“I want to see my goddamn wife.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but I cannot let you up there unless you’re immediate family, and you can’t prove that the two of you are in fact married. So I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to take a seat, and I’ll let you know as soon as hospital staff can confirm—”

“I wanna fucking see my woman and my unborn kid.”

“I’m going to call security if you don’t calm down.”

Tank places a hand on my shoulder and leans in. “Come on, Prez. This isn’t getting you closer to seeing her.” He leads me away from the window and the bitch who’s giving a pretty good impression of that fucking wizard inThe Lord of the Rings. “I know something that will, though.” He turns and steps closer to Crazy. “Get up.”