Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 80249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Help!” I scream. “You have to help him!”
“Motherfucking hell. Crusher! Over here!” Fury screams. That’s when I look around and see the chaos all around me. Devil’s men have attacked the club and from the looks of who is standing and who is not… they’ve won. I hope they managed to kill Wolf. If not, I really hope I get the chance.
Devil
I open my eyes slowly. Fuck, everything in me still hurts, but somehow it’s duller than it was before. I look around and know immediately I’m in the hospital.
“Sunshine…”
“Hey, Twinkle-toes,” Beast cracks.
“Did I die?”
“Close, but no cigar. You’ll be here to bust my ass for years to come, long as you take care of yourself.”
“Then why are you here? Where’s Hayden?”
“She’s at Torrent’s. The babies are a little too wild for the hospital. She sends her love.”
I look down to see Torrent sleeping, her head is lying on the bed, her hand reaching out and cupped over my arm, right above my IV. She’s pale, and she’s lost weight, but she’s never looked better.
“What did I miss?”
“Torrent saving your sorry sack of bones. The boys dismantling Wolf and his goons and setting fire to their clubhouse and Torrent meeting Jenn.”
“Christ,” I wince.
“That went surprisingly well, by the way. I don’t think Torrent’s ready to meet DD right now.”
“I get the feeling you’re enjoying my misery, asshole,” I say and I try to laugh, but it’s too damn painful.
“Not even a little. You almost died, man. It was way too fucking close.”
“I’m actually surprised I’m still here.”
“It was a close call. If I ventured a guess, I’d say the man upstairs was answering prayers,” Beast says.
“I doubt the man upstairs listens to anything about me these days, Sunshine.”
“He listens to her. I’d lay odds on it,” he says, pointing to Torrent.
Emotion swamps me as I look down at Torrent.
“He might at that,” I tell him, my chest feeling tight.
“Got to tell you something, asshole,” Beast says and a laugh bubbles out before I can stop it. I moan in reaction. Beast walks over and puts his hand gently on my shoulder.
“It’s good to find someone who’s uglier than I am now.”
“Bastard, I’ll never look that bad.” I cough and son of a bitch if that doesn’t hurt worse than the laugh.
“Better not look in the mirror,” he says.
“Logan?” Torrent whispers, looking up. I look down at her and her face is drawn and she’s worried, damn worried—sick and pale with it. I try to think of something to reassure her, but truth is I’m starting to feel tired already.
“Love you, Angel,” I tell her and that causes her face to change, a light shining so bright in those whiskey eyes that I have to worry I have died. Surely nothing on earth could be this beautiful.
“You’re a lucky son of a bitch,” I hear Beast say, repeating words I once told him and I have to agree with him.
“We both are,” I tell him, but I don’t know if he hears me, because I slowly fade into sleep.
Torrent
Two weeks later
“Damn man, I thought you’d be looking better by now,” Fury says, as about four of Devil’s brothers come walking into his hospital room.
Fury is joking, I know, but he’s not far from wrong. Devil does still look like hell. He’s going to be in the hospital for much longer, though there is talk after his skin grafts heal, that they will move him to a rehab facility. Devil’s not crazy about that, but he needs it. Both of his legs were so badly broken that he will have to learn to walk all over again. He’s got one arm that had such a huge break that he’ll have to work to regain full use of it. His ribs are wrapped tight, a lung had to be re-inflated and that’s only the highlights of everything he’s undergone. He’s worried about the skin grafts and all of the jagged scarring he will have. I’m praying they don’t become infected. He spiked a fever a few nights and it scared me to death. The biggest loss has been his eye. He completely lost his right eye and I know that’s bothering him more than anything. His face is bandaged up right now, and eventually they will put a patch over the wound. They’ve talked to him about reconstructive surgery, but I don’t know what he’s thinking. I don’t care.
He’s alive… and he’s with me. I’m thankful and that’s enough.
“Fuck off, I still look better than you,” Devil mumbles.
Fury, Crusher, Gunner and Beast have become familiar faces to me. They’re good men. The kind of men that I wish my father could have surrounded himself with.
“How’s he doing, Torrent?” Beast asks. Beast apparently isn’t a member of Devil’s crew, but he and Devil are really close. He and his wife Hayden are staying at my house until we can get Devil shipped back home and I go down there. I haven’t been home much, and not sure I want to be—not after everything that has happened. The clubhouse is completely gone now. Crusher and his men burned it to the ground. I don’t know what happened to the members of Dad’s club; I’ve decided to apply the old military standard… Don’t ask, don’t tell.