Page 38 of Wild Night (Vicious Reapers MC #2)

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

POSEY

The last thing I want is to be taken away from Justin’s bedside. Thankfully, Bullet understands that and instead of making me go with Dakota, he assigns one of the guys to guard the door and leaves me alone in Justin’s room.

Sitting at the side of the bed, I watch him sleep. Justin is exhausted, but I can’t look away from him. I thought I was going to lose him. I thought I might end up lost myself. A nurse checks on us a few times, then checks on Justin and gives him meds, promising he’ll be released soon.

When a doctor comes in and tells me that visiting hours are over, Justin tells him to… get fucked . Apparently, he doesn’t want me to leave as much as I don’t want to leave.

I fall asleep at his side. Staying right beside the man I love until he’s released from this bed. I feel his fingers run through my hair, and only then do I lift my head. “You should have gone home,” he rasps.

My eyes are open, but barely. He grips my hair with his fingers, holding on to the strands as he stares into my eyes. “I couldn’t leave you,” I breathe. “I have to be with you.”

“I love you, too, princess.”

My lips curve up into a smile. I do love him so much more than I ever thought possible. Letting out a breath, I rest my chin against his thigh. “I’m ready to leave,” I say.

He chuckles. “I am so fucking ready to get the fuck out of here.”

I bite my bottom lip, but can’t hide the smile. I’m ready to get the hell out of here, too. But there is something niggling in the back of my mind. Biting the inside of my cheek, I search his gaze.

“What?” he asks.

“I’m scared,” I confess. “I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I know that Dakota is on lockdown, and Void told me that lockdown was pretty serious. So I’m scared.”

His eyes narrow, his lips press together, then he relaxes them before he speaks. “I don’t know if I ever want to hear Void’s name again. In fact, if I ever see him, I might actually fucking kill him.”

“Justin,” I cry out softly.

He gives me a smirk. “I’m serious. You don’t have to say a goddam thing else about him. He wants to put his dick in you. If I weren’t so fucked up, I would fly to California and beat the shit out of him.”

Sliding my hand up the center of his chest, I stop before I reach his throat, mainly because my arms aren’t that long. I give him a smile and shake my head once. “There would be no reason to beat the shit out of anyone, especially not Void.”

“Climb up here and show me how much I don’t have to worry about Void,” he says, his voice gruff.

God, I want to do everything for him. Anything and everything. “What if someone comes in?” I ask.

His jaw clenches, and a muscle in his cheek tics. “Justin,” I breathe. “When do you get released?”

“Today,” he says, his eyes never looking away from mine. “A few hours.”

I bite the inside of my cheek as I stare at him, unable to look away. I want to climb onto this bed and take him. I want a lot of things—everything. I want it all. Every single thing. But right now, my thighs clench because I want him there .

I want him right now. I think about just throwing caution to the wind and doing what Justin wants, mainly because I want it, too.

When the door opens, all thoughts of sex fade into the distance. The man who walks through the door is the doctor. I back away slightly, so it doesn’t look like I’m seconds away from crawling onto this bed and taking off my clothes, which is more of the truth than not.

“Are you ready to get out of here?” the doctor asks.

“You know I am,” Justin grunts.

The doctor chuckles, then gives him some instructions. Like meeting up with the orthopedic about his broken arm. Taking it easy for a few weeks. Monitoring any symptoms of concussions, headaches, vomiting, and all the things.

“I can’t discharge you until the police ask you some questions. They’re on their way up.”

Justin grunts, but the doctor rolls his eyes. “You’ll be fine, Justin.”

“I know I will. Doesn’t mean I want to be interrogated.”

“When they’re gone, I’ll sign off on you leaving, and you can head out. You got someone who can drive you?” He flicks his attention to me.

I open my mouth to tell him that I would drive him if I had a car here, but Justin speaks first. His eyes flick from the doctor’s to mine, and he grins before he does.

I press my thighs together as his eyes dance.

He knows what he’s doing to me. He knows how he’s looking at me, and he thinks it’s funny.

“Posey will drive me home.”

The doctor grunts, then starts to walk out of the room when Justin calls out. “George.” The doctor turns his head, looking over his shoulder at Justin. “You’re a good dude. Thanks for everything.”

He doesn’t respond to the compliment and simply walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. Shifting my attention to Justin, I arch a brow in question. He shrugs a shoulder, and I think he’s not going to explain to me what that was about.

“His mother was a clubwhore when we were younger. Bullet and I have known him forever.”

“Where is she now?” I ask.

Justin shrugs a shoulder. “Far as I know, once George graduated from medical school, she got herself a condo and retired. Most of the originals were retiring then anyway, like my dad. It seemed like a good time for things to change and a new guard to take over, I guess.”

“He didn’t want to be part of the club?” I ask. “You’re family, right?”

He hums, reaching out before he laces his fingers with mine. “George was always welcome to prospect the way the rest of us were, but I think he felt like an outsider because of who his mom was to everyone. He knew what she did, who she was to them.”

Thinking about that, I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like. Knowing your mother was essentially a hooker and then having to be around all the people she slept with. And then their kids, whose fathers were all members of the club who did what they did with her.

“I can imagine that would be rough,” I rasp.

Justin’s fingers squeeze mine, and my gaze flies up to meet his. “Once the cops are gone, let’s go home, princess.”

Home.

It doesn’t feel like my home yet, probably because I haven’t been there more than a few nights.

But this is my world now, and I’m excited for it to get started and excited for what is to come.

I might be living a pipe dream, but I’m going to continue living it until reality makes it impossible. .. again.

I hope this time it all sticks, because we’re bringing a whole life into this world, and I want to do it with this man. I’ve never wanted anything more. I fell for him without knowing a damn thing about him, and the more I learn, the further I fall.

IVY

When the police arrive, Piggy hangs back, shaking his head when he doesn’t want me to answer a question and nodding his head when he does.

I’m not sure why the detectives allowed him to be in the room, but I’m grateful, because I still feel a bit foggy about everything that happened, and I don’t want to fuck anything up.

They interview me for about thirty minutes, then leave. Piggy stays behind, his brow arching as he watches me for a moment. “You really got no clue?” he asks.

“None,” I state. “Couldn’t even lie about that part. I wish I did, but I can’t figure it out, especially now that there is a woman in the mix.”

He dips his chin in a nod, then rubs his fingers along his jawline.

“I didn’t get fucking shit from the footage.

I was able to look at the parking lot, the side of the building, and the back.

But there was nothing except that I did see the car itself, but the angle was awkward.

So I got nothing to define it more. Same description as Bullet gave me, older gold sedan. ”

“Fucking great,” I grind out.

Piggy’s hand slides from his chin to run through his hair before he wraps his fingers around the back of his neck. He’s just as irritated, frustrated, and annoyed as I am about this. Hell, as we all are.

“Let me get home and see what the fuck I can figure out,” I grumble as I slide my legs over the side of the bed. They dangle, and my fucking arm is in a cast. I’m annoyed as shit with it. I don’t know how I’m going to go six weeks plus with this shit like this.

Posey makes a noise in the back of her throat, and I shift my attention to her. Smirking in her direction, I jerk my chin slightly. “What?” I ask.

She looks from Piggy to me, then shakes her head a couple of times. She doesn’t want to say what she’s thinking because of Piggy. That would be criticizing me in front of a brother, and she knows that’s a no-no. And if it’s going to possibly start an argument, again, another no.

“It’s okay,” I say.

She presses her lips together as her gaze flicks from Piggy to me again before she speaks.

“I really think you should be resting instead of worrying about this stuff. I think the other guys can help?”

The way she poses it like a question is all I need to know. She really doesn’t want me doing anything when I get home. But at the same time, she doesn’t understand just what the fuck needs to happen for us to find these fucks, and for me to protect her. I don’t say any of that, though.

I just give her a smile, and thankfully, the nurse comes in with discharge papers. The conversation is dropped—for now. But I have a feeling it will come back about the minute Posey realizes we won’t be going home to rest but instead will be on lockdown at the clubhouse.