Page 30 of Other Woman Drama (Content Advisory #4)

Twenty-Six

So the burglar broke into my house. I put the red dot on his chest and the cat did the rest.

— Webber to Copper

WEBBER

The incessant beeping was driving me fucking insane.

Even worse, there was constant sniffling at my side that had me wanting to scream at whomever it was to get a goddamn tissue.

But when I opened my eyes, all of the anger subsided when I saw the two heads of hair lying next to each of my thighs.

Blonde and black.

Eedie and Silver.

What the hell were they doing here?

Even worse, why the hell was I in the hospital?

When I shifted my eyes, it was to find Chevy standing at the edge of my bed reading my chart.

Some sort of change in my breathing must’ve tipped him off that I was awake, because he looked up then hooked my chart to the edge of my bed.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

Pretty damn fine.

“Just fine,” I admitted. “Why?”

“Because you suffered a punctured lung. From someone stabbing you,” he said. “After you suffered a mild concussion from a car accident. You’re pretty banged up and bruised, and I hate to tell you this, but your new bike is totaled.”

Goddammit.

“Saved your cookie, though.” He pointed to the tray table.

There wasn’t much cookie left, and I had a feeling one of the ladies at my sides were responsible.

I smirked. “Doesn’t look like there’s much left.”

“Can’t say that I blame them for eating their feelings. They just went through flights from hell. Barely got here when you got out of surgery about two hours ago. You just woke up, though. They’re exhausted.”

“What happened?” I asked.

“Not really sure, to be honest,” he admitted. “You never showed up, so we backtracked your steps, and Apollo was able to track your bike to that field. There was a car on top of the bike, too.”

“Who’d the car belong to?” I asked.

He winced. “Your favorite coffee connoisseur.”

I shook my head. “You’ve got to be shitting me.”

“Cops already have her in custody,” Chevy said. “She’s not going to be going anywhere any time soon. She was stupid enough to have a damn dash cam of it all. Apollo is already working on getting that to the police in a way it can be admissible in court.”

“Fuckin’ awesome,” I mumbled. “What all is wrong with me?”

“Nothing broken, thank God,” he said. “Bruising around your head and neck. Some burn marks from the muffler hitting your back. Glad you had your cut on. It’s toast, though.”

A new cut was better than a fucked up back from burns.

“What else?”

“Nothing. You were goddamn lucky. Though you were in surgery because they had to, uh, reattach something.”

My brows rose.

“What?”

He pointed at his ear.

My mouth fell open. “My ear’s fuckin’ gone?’

“Not gone.” Silver looked up, her eyes slightly heavy with fatigue. “You’ll just have a funky new scar where it was sewn back on. They thought it was worse than it was, which was why these douchebags weren’t updating us.”

“It wasn’t my idea not to tell you anything. I was called in to put him under sedation. It was the rest of them listening to the goddamn rookie paramedic talking about how bad it was that you should blame.” Chevy grinned.

Silver’s watery eyes came to me and she said, “I’m so glad that you’re okay.”

I squeezed her hand that I hadn’t realized I was holding until now. “I’m sorry you had such a shitty day.”

“Oh, you have no idea.” Eedie sat up and rubbed at her eyes. “She yelled at a congressman in the middle of the airport and literally told the world that she was going to put him in an early grave and make sure that Apollo beat him out of office before she did.”

Silver winced. “He made me mad.”

I chuckled and turned my head, wincing when my ear screamed.

“Always have my back, don’t you, baby?”

She leaned forward fiercely and said, “Always.”