Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 87911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
By the window, he noticed her bag of stuff the hospital had gathered together, and he grabbed the cell phone. They needed to call Chloe.
They were ushered out of the room, and Alfie kept the cell phone in his hand until they got to the main reception where they were handed several stacks of paper for them all to go through and complete.
“You okay, Dad?”
“No, I’m not. Did you hear what they said about the coma?”
“It’s going to be okay. It has to be. Lily’s a strong woman, but you know who she needs now?”
“Chloe,” Eagle said.
Alfie handed him the cell phone. “I got this. You’ve got to call her. This could be your chance of winning her back.” He had no idea Eagle had gotten the Sheriff to contact him in the event of an emergency when it came to Lily.
He didn’t want to put too much hope in this moment, but this could be his chance as well. So far, his father hadn’t threatened to murder him, which was a step up for him.
Eagle opened the phone and smiled as he broke the password. “She always puts everything as Chloe’s birthday.”
Alfie nodded, and he wouldn’t be retaining any of that information.
“That’s her,” he said, thumb hovering over Chloe’s name.
Alfie waited, worried about her.
“Call her, Dad,” he said.
Eagle pressed the name, and the phone started to ring.
Alfie let out a breath and smiled, trying to contain his excitement. Eagle put the call to speakerphone, and he waited.
“Hey, Mom,” Chloe said, answering a few seconds later. Her voice sounded amazing, and Alfie could just listen to her all night long. “So, I went on that date, and you were right. I mean, it was okay, but it wasn’t great. He kept on talking about the perfect Hollandaise sauce and I totally kept up, but after two hours of him telling me how he perfected it, I was a little bored.”
“Chloe,” Eagle said.
“Who is this?”
“It’s Eagle.”
“What are you doing with my mom’s phone?” she asked.
“There has been an accident, and you need to come down here.”
“An accident?”
“Yes. Your mother, she’s stable, but I know she’ll want you.”
“Wait, what?”
“Someone ran your mother over.”
“It’s Satan’s Croft. How is that possible?”
“I promise you, I’ll find out.” Eagle hung up the phone, and Alfie wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
“You’re just going to leave it like that?” he asked.
“I’ve just given her bad news. I know what you’re thinking, Alfie, but you’re going to have to put your hopes to one side on this. This is all for Lily. I’ve got to find out what Ryan knows, and get this shit fucking handled.” Eagle handed him the cell phone and walked back out to where Ryan was having a smoke.
Alfie wasn’t going to do anything stupid, but he also wasn’t going to allow Chloe to leave town again.
Chapter Thirteen
Chloe arrived at the hospital four hours after the first phone call. She had phoned the hospital to make sure it wasn’t a prank, and they’d told her Lily was indeed a patient.
She hated doubting Eagle, and couldn’t believe she had. Walking up to the desk, she took a deep breath.
“Hi, I’m Chloe Decker. My mom is Lily Decker. She was run over and is in a coma.” That was all the information she could find out over the phone. Her heart raced as she thought of her mother in some hospital bed, hurt, and possibly in so much pain. She was so nervous.
“Down the hall and follow the direction for Trauma.”
“Thank you.”
She turned and walked several steps before realizing Alfie stood right in front of her. Chloe stopped and took him in.
He’d changed a lot.
In high school he’d always been the bad boy biker with the smoking hot body, but now it was more than that, and her mouth went dry.
“Alfie,” she said.
“Chloe.”
He rubbed the back of his head, and he’d gotten even more tattoos than the ones in high school.
“You were with your dad when he called?”
“Yes. We were both alerted to what happened to Lily. I’m so sorry.”
“Where is your dad now?”
“He’s with her. I can take you to her.”
She wanted to tell him no, to leave her alone, but this was her mother, and she hated coming to hospitals. “Please do.”
Since the phone call she’d been feeling sick to her stomach about what it could all mean.
Biting her lip, she waited, trying to remain calm and completely failing.
“It’s good to see you,” Alfie said.
She didn’t speak, only followed him. Was it good to see him?
He’d changed a lot, but just because he’d gotten more muscular, that didn’t mean she actually agreed with him, or anything.
“I heard you became a prospect, congratulations.”
“Thanks. I’d hoped to be a fully patched in member for a lot longer than I have been, but that didn’t happen. I was lucky I wasn’t kicked out completely.”