Page 37 of Wild Night (Vicious Reapers MC #2)

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

IVY

My parents prepare to leave, my mother making sure to tell me what a beautiful girl Posey is. I think I surprised her. Posey is much like her. She’s nothing like the clubwhores, and I have a feeling that’s what she was expecting, so she’s likely pleasantly surprised by my choice.

I’m not sure she’ll feel the same way once she finds out Posey is pregnant with my baby after only knowing one another for a few weeks. But hopefully, she’ll be just as happy as I am about the situation, especially since this is probably the only grandchild she’ll be getting.

“Perhaps we can have dinner once you’re released and feeling better?”

My lips twitch into a smirk. “We can,” I say.

“Mae, let me talk to him for a minute. Wait outside the door?”

I’m not surprised that my dad wants my mom to leave. He no doubt wants to talk to me about what happened without worrying her. Once the door is closed, my father shifts his attention to me.

“I talked to Bullet. He told me about the note and your computer surveillance being hacked.”

“Got no goddamn clue who it could be. I’m assuming that’s who blew up our bikes and the office, too.”

He grunts but doesn’t say anything immediately. Shaking his head a couple of times, he clears his throat. “It’s not an easy job, defending some of the lowest of the low. Whoever did this is not going to be able to hide for long. What do you need from me, son?”

I love that my father is asking me what I need from him. It’s just who he is and one of the million reasons I love him, but right now, there is only one thing I need from him.

“I need you to take Mom on vacation,” I say. “Out of the country.”

His eyes widen as his brows lift. “Out of the country?”

“Take a trip. I don’t want whatever this shit is to bleed onto you,” I explain myself a bit more.

My dad shakes his head once, then reaches out and wraps his fingers around my hand, squeezing gently. “I love you, son.”

“And you’ll love me from another country for a few weeks.”

His lips slowly curve up into a smile. “I will. But you be safe.”

Without another word, he turns away from me and starts to walk out of the room. I know he wants to stay and help me. He wants to be my father and protect me, but he needs to keep my mom out of this, and I don’t want whoever this fucker is to target them in any way.

“Protect yourself, Justin.”

“I will, Dad.”

He jerks his chin, then he’s gone. I watch the door shut behind him before I close my eyes and inhale a deep breath, holding it for a moment before I let it out slowly. Only when my breath is out, I’ve calmed my ass down, and I realize that I’m still alone do I open my eyes.

I expected someone to come inside. The moment alone is nice, but I haven’t even seen Bullet yet. Then something happens. It’s a chaos that I didn’t expect, and due to the fact that I’m stuck in this goddamn bed, with a fucking catheter still in place, I can’t do anything about being in said bed.

This is some serious horseshit.

The door flies open, and I watch both Dakota and Posey dart inside. I open my mouth to ask them what the fuck is going on, but Bullet follows them, slamming the door behind him. He’s out of breath and hacking so much that he can’t even speak.

He holds up his hand, extending his index finger, signaling for me to hold on.

Then he shakes his head as he attempts to catch his breath.

Dakota is rubbing his back and speaking softly to him, but my focus quickly shifts to Posey.

Her eyes are wild as they flick around, her expression clearly panicked, and I start to demand some answers when Bullet begins to speak.

“A nurse came by, said someone was waiting at the nurses’ station for Posey, knew her last name, too.

They walked off together, and it struck me as odd, so I followed them a few moments later to see what the hell was going on, but they were already past the nurses’ station and standing at the exit. ”

My eyes fly over to Posey, as if to ensure that she’s still standing there unharmed. She gives me a small smile, dipping her chin in a single nod, a silent confirmation that she is indeed okay.

Shifting my attention back to Bullet, I wait for him to continue. “That woman had her hand wrapped around Posey’s arm and was trying to pull her outside. The minute she saw me coming up behind them, she took off, and I did the same. But she jumped into a car, and it sped away.”

“What kind of car?” I snap, thinking that Piggy can maybe track it down somehow.

“Gold, older sedan. I didn’t get a good look. My lungs are shot to shit from that smoke. I couldn’t even get a single plate number. Hell, I didn’t even see the state. It was too fast, and I couldn’t fucking breathe. I’m sorry.”

There’s not a single fucking way I would accept any kind of apology over something he literally could not help and wasn’t expecting. It would be like me falling over myself apologizing for us being nearly blown to fucking pieces.

It wasn’t me who planted the explosives. I don’t need to apologize, and neither does he for this.

“Can Piggy get any footage from this side of the building?” I ask.

Bullet frowns. “From the hospital? Probably not without a warrant.”

He’s probably right. Fuck. Whoever this is, it’s obviously more than one person. There’s a woman involved, too. I have no goddamn clue who it could be, and that shit pisses me off more than the actual acts themselves.

Finding Bullet’s gaze with my own, I jerk my chin in his direction before I speak. “Whoever is behind this shit is going to pay, Bull.”

Bullet nods. The understanding between us is mutual. This motherfucker is going to go down, and we’re going to have a great fucking time taking him there. If he thinks he can play games and hide, he’s sadly mistaken.

It may take me a little time, but the Vicious Reapers are going to discover who this is, and we’re going to enjoy ourselves when the time comes to make him suffer… well, them. Make them suffer. Because woman or not, she was trying to hurt my old lady. Fuck that shit.

POSEY

Bullet makes a phone call, and then Piggy appears to escort us out of Justin’s hospital room.

Apparently, they have things to discuss that they don’t want me and Dakota to hear, but I don’t want to be away from him.

I’m terrified something is going to happen to him, so when Piggy walks us out, I don’t move past the door.

“You don’t want to sit down in the waiting room?” he asks.

Shaking my head from side to side, I clear my throat, swallowing the lump there before I can speak. “I can’t walk away from him.” My voice is trembling with each word. “I can’t risk something happening.”

Piggy, clearly confused, flicks his gaze from me to Dakota, who also refuses to leave, but instead of giving him no explanation the way I did, she tells him everything that happened. I watch as Piggy switches from relaxed to alert within seconds.

Then he’s on his phone.

I don’t know what’s going on, but I start to tell him that they didn’t want him to do anything about it, but then decide against it. If he wants to get this shit under control, if he wants to find these people and take them down, more power to him.

I expect him to walk away during the phone call, but he doesn’t. He stands in front of us, his eyes never leaving ours, flicking from one of us to the other, as if he wants to ensure that we’re indeed still here and safe.

Whoever is on the other end of the call finally picks up, and he barks into the device. “I want to know who the fuck was in an older gold car at the back exit of the hospital.”

There is a moment of silence, then he growls.

It’s a little scary, and I’m intimidated even though it’s not directed toward me.

Reaching out for Dakota’s hand, I grip it in mine, and she squeezes.

She knows all these people better than I do, so instead of her being on edge, I look over to see that she’s smiling.

“Why are you smiling?” I hiss.

She turns her head slowly to face me. Her smile consumes her entire face. It’s almost unnerving. I open my mouth to ask her if she’s okay, but then she begins to talk, and as she does, I realize that she doesn’t just know these men. She knows them.

She probably understands more than she should about their club. Void told me that the women don’t know anything, but Dakota knows some things.

“Piggy isn’t going to stop until they figure out who this is and why they are trying to hurt the club like this.

Because it’s no longer just Ivy. It’s not even just Bullet, Viking, and Razor.

It’s their old ladies, and that is the most taboo thing you could do.

Whoever tried to take you, they better be really freaking good at hiding. ”

Goose bumps break out over my flesh. I’m not sure if that was supposed to scare me, but it did. I press my lips together, my nostrils flaring as I breathe in and out of my nose. I’m trying not to freak out, but I can’t lie. I’m a little freaked out.

The door of Justin’s room opens, and both Dakota and I spin around so fast that it makes me dizzy. It’s Bullet, and his eyes widen at the sight of our freaked-out, dizzy expressions.

I don’t open my mouth.

I don’t know if I could really put a sentence together at this point, but I also know that Dakota is going to say what needs to be said. She’s the one who should be talking to her own husband anyway.

And she does talk to him. She tells him exactly what we said to Piggy and then jerks her chin toward the man on the phone. A few moments later, Piggy is off the phone, and Bullet practically floats over to him and is standing close, their heads bent slightly as they talk in hushed tones.

They both turn toward us, and I don’t understand their next words, but Dakota does because she moans when they say them simultaneously.

“You’re on lockdown.”