Page 95 of His Flawed Ride

Making sure my blade is still tucked in my back pocket, I undo my zip-up and shrug out of it. It’s lifetimes ago that I fought Iron to try and save Lily from Hopper. But today is today and Lily is gone. I’m doing this for my family now.

I walk across the cafeteria and boldly stand at the end of their table as the third motherfucker sits with their coffees.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask, leaving no friendliness in my tone.

“None of your fuckin’ business,” one grunts as another says, “Visting.”

I smirk. Glancing around the table, I point out, “No fruit? Usually visitors bring grapes.”

“Fuck off,” one named Bass snaps.

“You’re the asshole who fought with Iron, ain’t ya,” one of them says and laughs.

“Wasn’t much of a fight. I kicked his ass, just like I’ll do now if you don’t leave,” I warn.

Their laughter catches the attention of doctors and other visitors around us. I lean on their table and warn, “If you don’t, I’ll give the doctors three more patients to take down to the morgue.”

“You wouldn’t dare in front of all these witnesses, you fuckin’ pussy,” one threatens.

“You don’t know me and if you did, you wouldn’t doubt me.”

Before he sees it coming, I have my knife out and pressed against his neck.

“If you want to see how far I’ll go, stick around.”

I grin and they finally take me seriously.

“Put the knife away, we’re leavin’.”

I wait until the other two are up on their feet and backing off before I pull the knife away and hide it back in its sleeve.

“This ain’t over,” one threatens.

“Like I expect it would be.”

I follow them out and light another cigarette until I’ve watched them ride out of sight.

I stick around outside, smoking through half my pack when Cas, Sparky, the twins, and Zach ride toward me.

“You took on the three of them?” Cas asks, his brow arched.

“It didn’t come to a fight, but yeah, I made sure they left and haven’t seen them since.”

“If they’re creeping around the hospital, nowhere is off limits. The twins and Zach will stick around. If they return, don’t kick off in the hospital unless you have no choice.”

“Got it.”

No sooner have Cas and Sparky arrived, they’re riding off and like the Hog fuckers, they ride out of sight.

“How many entrances to this hospital?” Mason asks.

I shrug. “Fuck knows.”

“Until we hear otherwise, we’ll split up and dot ourselves around. If they show up again, let each other know and we’ll deal with them accordingly,” Zach instructs much to Myles amusement.

“Who put you in charge?”

“Is that not what you would order if you spoke up first?”