Fallen Lords MC: Books 4-6

by Winter Travers

  “And now I want you to sit forward so I can check your head.”

  He was so freaking demanding. Did he not realize I had just busted my ass in the middle of the road? He could be a little bit more understanding of my sore bottom side. A groan escaped my lips as I leaned forward. “I am so going to feel this in the morning.”

  “I think you’re feeling it right now, M-baby.” He leaned across the center console and gently ran his fingers through my hair. “Shit, Mayra. You got a huge fucking bump on the back of your head.”

  I slowly leaned back against the seat. Boink’s face was right next to mine, and he watched me closely. “Let me out of the truck and you won’t have to worry about that huge freaking bump.”

  “We’re not even going to talk about how stupid it was for you to take off in the middle of a rain storm. I don’t know what the hell you were thinking.”

  “I was thinking that you were better off with me gone.” I closed my eyes and sighed. “Just open the door and push me out. I’ll tuck and roll.” Something brushed against my cheek, and I cracked open one eye to see Boink still leaning into me. His fingers stroked my cheek, and the anger he had in his eyes had dissipated, replaced with the concern.

  “Don’t fall asleep. I’m worried you might have a concussion. Are you tired?”

  I shook my head and instantly regretted it. “Not tired. Just a headache.”

  “I bet,” he mumbled. “We need to find a place to stay for the night.”

  “You need to find a place for yourself. I need to get to the bus stop.”

  “You’re not going anywhere, Mayra.”

  I closed my eyes. “I need to. All I’m doing is causing problems for you. Let me go and you can go back to whatever it was that you were doing before.” It was such an easy solution that would fix everything.

  “Not happening. I don’t want anyone to get hurt and that includes you.”

  “Too late,” I croaked. My ass was broke, and my head was split in half.

  “Anymore,” he clarified.

  “I really don’t have it in me to fight you right now, Boink. Just let me go.”

  I felt him press against me, and the sound of the seat belt clicking. “Not letting you go, and since you knocked yourself out, I don’t have to worry about you trying to escape again.”

  “Ugh, you’re passing up a good opportunity here, Boinky.”

  “Boinky?” he chuckled.

  Argh. I didn’t even know why I called him that. The pounding in my head was messing up my thoughts. “Maybe I should just take a nap.”

  “Nope.”

  I felt him move away and heard him shift the truck. “I saw a motel a couple miles back. We’re getting a room there for the night until I know that you’re okay.”

  “I’m fine, Boink. There’s no reason to waste money on room for the night.”

  “It’s not wasting money.”

  I opened one eye and saw we were headed back in the direction of the gas station. There wasn’t any point in arguing with Boink. He wasn’t listening to me. “This is all your fault.”

  “Say what?”

  “It’s your fault. I never would have fallen if you wouldn’t have chased after me.” I opened both eyes and sat up.

  He glanced over at me. “If you wouldn’t have taken off in the middle of a rain storm, I wouldn’t have had to chase after you.”

  “This is not my fault at all. All I was trying to do was get out of your hair.”

  “You’re not in my hair, Mayra.”

  “Mmhmm,” I hummed. That was why he acted like a dick to me before, because I wasn’t a burden to him?

  “Look, things are complicated right now, Mayra, and adding in your troubles with the Banachi’s was not something any of us saw coming.”

  “Well,” I drawled, “it wasn’t something I expected to happen either, but yet, here I am.”

  He sighed, and I closed my eyes again. “Let’s just get a room for the night and we’ll finish the drive tomorrow.”

  “Isn’t Wrecker going to be mad that we’re stopping and not driving straight through?” I asked.

  “What Wrecker doesn’t know won’t piss him off.”

  That sounded like a sure-fire way for him to piss off Wrecker even more, but I knew that my opinion didn’t matter when it came to the club. “You’re the boss,” I muttered.

  We drove past the gas station where I had made my mistake then turned into a small town that boasted having a twenty-room motel.

  Boink parked in front of the motel that was painted pale blue and shifted the truck into park. “Can I trust you to stay here while I check us in?”

  I lamely waved my hand. “Pretty sure I can’t even get out of the truck under my own power right now so you’re good to go. Scout’s honor, I’m not going anywhere.”

  He wearily looked me up and down, then got out of the truck.

  I must have truly looked pathetic since he so easily agreed to leave me alone not even an hour after my escape attempt. As much I thought I should try to take off again, I knew that I wouldn’t make it down the sidewalk before Boink caught up to me.

  I closed my eyes for a quick second and jumped when my door swung open.

  “No sleeping.”

  “What?” I croaked. “I wasn’t sleeping.”

  “M-baby, you were sleeping. I knocked on the window, and you didn’t even budge. You can’t sleep with a concussion.” He leaned into the truck and slipped his arm under my legs. “Can you put your arm across my shoulders?”

  I honestly didn’t know what I was capable of at the moment. I gingerly put my arm over his shoulders, and he slipped his arm behind my back.

  “Hold on, Mayra. I’ll have you in bed in no time.”

  Under normal circumstances, those would have been some hot words coming out of Boink’s mouth, but I knew he didn’t mean them in the sexy time way at all. “You sure do know how to sweep a girl off of her feet,” I joked.

  “You did a pretty good job of that yourself when you went airborne in the middle of the road,” he chuckled.

  “Ugh, don’t remind me,” I moaned. He lifted me out of the truck and pushed the door shut with his hip. “I got a room on the end away from all of the other guests.”

  “And why is that?” He stepped up onto the sidewalk, and I moaned as he adjusted me in his arms.

  “For that reason right there. You’re gonna be doing a lot of moaning tonight, and I don’t want anyone to think I’m beating you or something.” He walked to the end of the long building and stopped at the last door.

  “I don’t think that would be a problem seeing as we’re the only car in the parking lot.”

  “Just being safe.”

  “Key?” I asked.

  “Pocket of my shirt. Can you get it?”

  I reached in and pulled a single key out. “Lord. How old is this place?”

  “I don’t care as long as there is a bed, and a warm shower.”

  I had to agree with him, although I wasn’t sure I would be able to take advantage of the warm shower.

  Boink managed to crouch down enough for me to get the key into the door, and then he pushed it open. He kept the door open to shine light into the room and walked over to the bed. He laid me down, and a loud moan escaped my lips as my butt touched the bed. “Holy smoked salmon,” I panted. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sit down again in my life.”

  He rolled me over onto my side, and I sighed in relief. “Better?” he asked.

  “Much.” My ass was still sore, but at least I wasn’t putting all my weight onto it.

  “I’m gonna grab the bags out of the truck and figure out what to eat for dinner.”

  “A bottle of Tylenol and a bottle of water will do for me.” Thankfully, Boink had laid me on the side of the bed that I was still able to see the rest of the room and not just a wall.

  He grabbed the TV remote and turned it on. “Anything you want to watch while I’m gone?”

  “Sure you don�
�t need to chain me to the bed while you’re gone?”

  He shook his head and flipped through the channels. “For the next couple of days, I know you’re not going to be able to make an escape so no chains for the time being.”

  “What happens after a couple of days?”

  He winked at me. “You’ll just have to wait and see, M-baby.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Shouldn’t you be fetching my bag and a bottle of pills?”

  He flipped the channel a couple more times then stopped on the Food Network channel. “This okay?”

  I had plans of falling asleep within two minutes of him leaving the room so it didn’t matter what he put on. “That’ll do.”

  “Get comfy but don’t fall asleep.” He set down the remote and looked down at me. “Anything else you need?”

  “Maybe some chicken nuggets?” I may want a bottle of pills to numb my pain, but I also knew I needed to get some food in my stomach.

  “Pills, water, and nuggets. I think I can make all of that happen.” He walked out the door and closed it behind him.

  I watched a chef try to beat Bobby Flay for about two minutes before I felt my eyes flutter. My ass hurt, my head was pounding, and the only thing that seemed like a good idea was taking a nap.

  I closed my eyes and sighed. Boink told me I wasn’t allowed to sleep, but it was the only thing that made sense right now.

  If I slept, I wouldn’t feel my butt hurt or my head pound.

  Screw Boink.

  Sleep won.

  *

  Chapter Seven

  Boink

  For the past two hours, I had watched her chest rise up and down and woken her three times. Each time I woke her, she would look up at me with glassy eyes and smile. I was ninety percent sure she had a concussion and I was going to have to keep waking her up every hour ‘til morning.

  It was going to be a long fucking night, and it was only eight o’clock.

  “Why are you staring at me?”

  “How do you know I’m staring at you? Your eyes aren’t even open,” I asked.

  “I can feel it,” she mumbled. “Also, why are you in bed with me?”

  “‘Cause it’s the only place to sit.” There were two chairs next to the table by the air conditioner, but after trying to sit in them for an hour, I had given up. The bed wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but it was better than the rock-hard chairs.

  “Did you bring me nuggets?”

  “Sure did.”

  “What about the Tylenol?”

  “Over on the counter.”

  She moaned and lifted her arm. “Bathroom, pills, nuggets.”

  “Can you make it to the bathroom?”

  “Just get me standing.”

  I didn’t think she was going to be able to make it on her own. “How about I get you in the bathroom, and then you can try to do your business.”

  “Fine,” she whined. “Just do it now.”

  I rolled off the bed, walked to the side she was on, and gingerly lifted her up into my arms. She whimpered and curled herself into my chest. “How does my whole body hurt?” she moaned.

  Going airborne and then landing on hard pavement was exactly why her whole body hurt, but she already knew that. I had left the bathroom door open and was able to maneuver her inside. I set her down on her feet, and she thankfully didn’t crumple into a pile on the floor. “You need anything else from me?”

  Her eyes were squeezed shut and she shook her head. “No. Go.”

  I knew she didn’t have much time before she fell over so I made sure she was stable, then slipped out the door.

  Thirty seconds later, after a shit-ton of moaning, she called for me. “Boink. I need you to come in, but you have to keep your eyes shut.”

  “Mayra. How am I supposed to keep my eyes shut and help you?”

  She moaned again. “Because I can’t get off of the toilet, and my pants are around my ankles.”

  “I’m not going to close my eyes.”

  “Then just leave me here to die because I will not let you see me sitting on the toilet.”

  “Are you all done, well…taking care of business?”

  “Yeah,” she said meekly.

  I twisted the door handle and pushed open the door. “Boink,” she screeched. “Get the heck out of here.”

  I scooped her off the toilet, set her on her feet for two seconds, pulled her underwear up, and her pants off. “You won’t be needing those anymore tonight.”

  “Boink, you better put my pants back on.”

  “Not happening.” I hoisted her back up into my arms and stalked back toward the bed.

  “I didn’t wash my hands,” she protested.

  I laid her down on her side, fluffed the pillow under her head, and walked back into the bathroom. “Don’t move,” I called.

  “No chance of that happening,” she said meekly.

  I grabbed one of the washcloths and ran it under hot water. I unwrapped the cheap disc of soap and rubbed it into the cloth. She wasn’t going to be able to get up to wash her hands, so this was going to have to do.

  I moved back to the bed. “Wipe your hands on this.” I pressed the cloth to her hands.

  “There is sanitizer in my bag I think.”

  “All you have in your bag is a few clothes and a coat.” After I had found food, I grabbed the bags and was once again skeptical that she packed anything. Her suitcase weighed absolutely nothing, and that was because she had almost nothing in it.

  “Oh, yeah. That was Raven’s sanitizer.” She finished wiping her hands and dropped the cloth.

  “Good?”

  “As good as it’s going to get,” she mumbled.

  I grabbed the washcloth, launched it on the direction of the bathroom, and moved to the mini fridge. I pulled out the paper bag of fast food and stuck it in the microwave. “I wasn’t sure what sauce you liked with your nuggets so I got you ranch, BBQ, and honey mustard.”

  “Ranch.”

  “Talked to the pharmacist, and he told me what I needed to do for you if you had a concussion.”

  “I don’t have a concussion,” she insisted.

  “I don’t know for sure, but I’m pretty sure you do. He said I can give you some pain meds, but I need to wake you up throughout the night to make sure you don’t slip into a coma or anything.” The guy had freaked me the hell out when he had said coma, but he assured me that Mayra would be more than likely okay.

  “Do I get the whole bottle of pills?” she asked. “I feel like I should get the whole bottle.”

  “No,” I laughed. “You get four and ten chicken nuggets.”

  “Ugh, fine,” she grumbled. “Though, I’m telling you right now, four pills are not going to make me feel better.”

  “As long as they take away a little bit of your pain, you’ll be okay, M-baby.”

  The microwave dinged, and I pulled out the bag. I had eaten over an hour ago after I had taken a hot shower and found something to watch on TV. Food Network really wasn’t my thing, but it was the only thing that held my attention.

  I opened the bag and dumped the nuggets onto a couple of napkins. I pulled open two containers of ranch and twisted open the bottle of Tylenol. “He also said I needed to keep you hydrated.”

  “Sounds like you found a pretty helpful pharmacist.”

  He was helpful, and I was thankful as hell that he had taken the time to give me any information he had about concussions. I shook four pills into my hand and set them next to the nuggets.

  I watched as she managed to wiggle her way up the pillows and somewhat sit up on her side. She was at least up enough to where she would be able to drink to wash the pills down. “Pill me.”

  “That was pretty good.” I walked to the side of the bed and put the pills in her hand.

  She popped them into her mouth and held her hand out for the water. “Water me.”

  I pressed the bottle to her hand then grabbed the nuggets off the counter and laid them in front
of her. “Can you manage?”

  She tipped the bottle of water back, swallowed the pills, and handed me back the water. “I can get it. Just don’t ask me to sit on my butt, though.”

  “Wouldn’t dream of it.” I set the bottle of water on the bedside table and grabbed a beer.

  “Nuggets are good,” she drawled. She dipped the nugget to the tips of her fingers and moaned when she popped the whole thing in her mouth.

  I laid back on the bed next to her and kept my eyes trained on the TV.

  “Did you figure out where we are or where we are headed?”

  “Yeah,” I drawled.

  “And?”

  I glanced down at her. “And I’m not telling you in case you try to make an escape again.”

  “My ass isn’t allowing for escapes anytime soon.”

  I looked back at the TV. “Still not going to chance it. Just know we’ll be somewhere tomorrow.”

  She laughed. “I guess I’ll just have to read the road signs.”

  “You’ll be in the backseat laying on your side. All you’re going to see is the back of my seat.”

  “Hmph.” She knew I was right.

  “We might make a stop at the doctor’s too.”

  “Uh, no. I don’t need to go to the doctor.”

  “We’ll see.” I had already scoped out the doctor’s office in town too. We were in a small town in Kansas that thankfully wasn’t too small.

  She grumbled as she finished her food but I chose to just let her talk.

  “So, what are we supposed to do when we get to wherever it is you’re taking me?” She crumpled up the makeshift plate I had given her and handed it to me. “I need a drink.” She eyed the beer in my hand. “That will do.”

  “Nope.” I took the paper from her and tossed it in the trash. “You’re not drinking with a concussion.”

  “You’re really no fun, Boink.” She gently adjusted the pillow under her head and laid her head down slowly.

  I grabbed a straw from the table and popped it into the water bottle. I moved to the other side of the bed and held the straw to her lips.

  “And now you’re being sweet,” she muttered. She took a long sip and sighed. “You’re going to give me whiplash on top of the concussion.”

  I set the water next to my side of the bed, turned off the light, and grabbed the remote. “You good with watching this?”