Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Larissa stopped her before she could bend down. “I need to go to the bathroom first.”
“It would have been simpler if you had gone to the bathroom before sitting down.”
“I thought of that, but I needed to rest. Those crutches hurt.” Larissa hated that her voice sounded so weepy, but darn it, her foot hurt.
“What’s wrong?” Lana asked, walking into the room. “Why’s she crying?”
“I don’t know.” Confused, Priscilla sat down next to Larissa and started rubbing her back. “I just asked her why she didn’t go to the bathroom before she sat down.”
“What did she say?”
“I’m right here,” Larissa reminded them. “I told her the crutches hurt.”
Lana sat down next to her on her other side, taking her hand. “You’ll get used to them,” she soothed. “How’s the pain?”
“Not too bad.”
“Let’s get you to the bathroom, and then we’ll get you settled in bed. You’ll feel much better after you get some sleep. I’ve scheduled an appointment with an orthopedic tomorrow. Once you get the temporary cast off, you’ll be able to manage easier with a boot. I’ll even spring a scooter for you, so you don’t have to deal with the crutches.”
Larissa had to sniffle back tears at how sweet Lana was being to her. “Can I have some tissues?”
“Of course.” Lana reached out to pluck several tissues from the box on the nightstand.
Her sister waited until she blew her nose before both of them helped her hop into the bathroom. Leaving her on the toilet, they left her alone, closing the door after them. When she was done, she used the side of the sink to lift herself to her good foot, then held on to the sink as she stared at herself.
She was wearing two hospital gowns, both turned in opposite directions. Taking one of her sister’s hair scrunchies, Larissa pulled her hair into a ponytail. Seeing herself in the mirror reminded her of doing the same thing several hours before. She covered her face with both hands and burst into tears.
“Hey!” Lana yelled, startling her. “Why are you crying?”
Unaware that her sisters had opened the door, Larissa dropped her hands to find them staring at her in dismay. “You could have knocked.” Brushing her tears away, she tried to distract them from what she had been doing.
Priscilla and Lana frowned heavily at her. Then Lana moved from the doorway to place a hand around her waist. “Help me get her to bed, Priscilla.”
Larissa let her sisters get her situated back on the bed, in a nightgown. Once she was sitting up against the headboard, and Priscilla had spread a comforter over her, Lana sat down next to her, retaking her hand.
“What’s going on, Larissa? You’ve been acting weird since we left The Last Riders’ clubhouse.”
“It’s just the pain. I’ll be okay when the pain meds kick in.” Larissa turned her face away from Lana’s discerning gaze.
“Bullshit. I’ve seen you in much worse pain than this, and you never cried as if the sky was falling. Besides, you were acting weird before then. You ran down those steps as if the devil was chasing you.”
Priscilla sat at the foot of the bed, careful not to touch her injured foot while listening with a concerned expression.
“Can you blame me with the way Winter had us sneaking in and out of the club? I’ve never been around bikers before. I don’t know what they’re capable of …”
Lana paled. “I would have never accepted Winter’s invitation if I had thought you or Priscilla weren’t safe.”
Larissa burst into tears again, feeling terrible about how Lana was taking blame for the way she was acting.
Lana scooted forward and wrapped her arms around her.
“Don’t be nice to me. I don’t deserve it!” she bawled out, covering her face with her hands.
Lana took her by the wrists and lowered her hands. “Stop it, Larissa, right now. You’re scaring me. Something happened while you were there, and I want to know what it was—right now.”
“Nothing … happened,” she stuttered out.
“Don’t lie to me.” She firmly reached for the cell phone on the nightstand. “The only time you were out of my sight was when Priscilla told me you had gone upstairs to use the restroom while I was in the one downstairs.”
“That was the only time she was out of my eyesight, too,” Priscilla agreed.
“So, something must have happened upstairs. What was it? Tell me, or I’m going to call Winter and ask her.”
Larissa knew Lana would do exactly what she threatened.
“You’re going to hate me,” she warned.
“I could never hate you—you’re my sister. I love you, and nothing you say or have done could ever change my feelings for you.”
“I broke our golden rule,” she confessed.
“Shit,” Priscillia muttered from the bottom of the bed.
“Shut up, Priss,” Lana ordered, turning her head to glare at their baby sister before turning back to her again. “You couldn’t have broken the golden rule because I’m not dating anyone.”