Serving the Bad Boy: War Hawks MC

by Carmen Faye

  Emmy still didn’t see a reason to talk to her about any of this. She would neither confirm nor deny what the woman thought she saw.

  “Did you spend time with the commander when he was in Hawaii?”

  “Look, Carolyn, I’m not sure what this is or what you think you’re going to be getting out of this, but I’m not really in the mood to talk to you about Matt. The man’s name is Matt.”

  “I understand. I really don’t know what came over me. When I met Matt on the plane, I thought we may be able to have some fun together, but when you popped up out of nowhere and were fucking in the bathroom, I was really upset. Did I have a reason to be upset? No, but that’s what happened. I asked for a ride to the base to see a friend on the base, but she wasn’t there. He dropped me off at the entrance. I came back here to find that I couldn’t get a plane out of here, so they are putting me up like they’re putting you up.” Carolyn seemed like she was in a better place, but right now but it was hard to know what kind of woman she really was. She was going to trust her and get a few hours of sleep.

  “I get it. He’s gorgeous, but he’s mentally and emotionally unavailable. You saved yourself by not attaching yourself to him.” Emmy was telling the woman the truth, but in reality she wouldn’t have traded it for the world. Even if she knew that this heartache was coming, she’d still have chosen to be with him. He was a fun, witty, intelligent, sexy, beautiful man who knew how to pleasure a woman with his mind as well as his body. There was no reason to tell Carolyn that, because that would have just been mean.

  “I’m going to try to think about that if I ever see him again, but I’m pretty sure that if he’d have chosen me, I wouldn’t have cared if it was for just one night or for all of the ones that followed.”

  “So, I’m guessing this is a truce?” Emmy asked the woman who was almost asleep on the bed next to hers.

  The snoring was the only response that greeted Emmy, and she was happy about that. Since she was virtually alone, she would go to sleep and hope that the planes would be allowed to leave the island in the morning. Closing her eyes, she tried not to think about the man who was making her crazy, even as he had probably forgotten about her. Sometimes that’s just the way life goes.

  ***

  It was after noon the next day when they were all called to come to the lobby. While they were told that there was a typhoon building and it looked like it was on its way to the island, she was counting. Was she concerned about being in a natural disaster? Absolutely, but she was also aware that she had, indeed, missed two days of anti-coagulant, the medication that helped her blood move freely around the metal valve in her heart. The medical staff talked to her about what to happen if she immediately stopped taking the medication, and she knew that death was one of the possibilities. There were other possibilities that she couldn’t really remember, because when death was listed, that pretty much trumped all the rest of the symptoms, right?

  Carolyn was by her side, like the truce they’d had last night was going to extend throughout their whole association. Looking at how grim the management and the airport staff were, it seemed like it may be a long while. It wasn’t that the woman was bad, mean, or evil, she saw something she wanted and went after it. Truly, she was the woman that Emmy was trying to be… if you left the whole going-after-Matt out of the equation.

  “We will be transporting you all to the military base that is on the island. It’s being set up for you now. It’s a large warehouse that will hopefully withstand the typhoon, if it hits.” It was the same blonde woman from that morning. Emmy didn’t know if her job title included being the bearer of bad news, but she wasn’t as peppy as she was a few hours ago when they moved to this hotel.

  Carolyn looked frightened, and Emmy wanted to help her, but she was in the same situation.

  “I guess we should get on the bus,” Emmy said to a Carolyn who looked like she was going to lose the continental breakfast she’d just consumed. “Why are you in the crowd with all of us non-workers? Shouldn’t you be up front helping?”

  “Actually, this is my week off. I was supposed to do the flight last night and then I was going to go back home today. I should have just gotten on the plane and returned right then. It was the last plane allowed to leave.” Carolyn looked like she was holding something back.

  “What aren’t you telling me, Carolyn?”

  “I was supposed to leave, but when I saw that you were getting on your flight and the commander… ummm… Matt was staying, I figured I had a chance with him.” She did appear to look sheepish, and Emmy couldn’t find fault with her trying—although it made her madder than a prom queen who had been pranked and splattered with blood. Unfortunately for her but fortunate for Carolyn, she didn’t have those same powers.

  Emmy didn’t say anything to that but continued to look away from Carolyn. There was no need for her to see what her words had done. It wasn’t that she was upset with Carolyn; it just made her think about how sought after Matt was. Maybe that was the reason he didn’t want to put forth any effort to be with her. Yeah, he said it was so she wouldn’t wait around for him, but that couldn’t be it. If she wanted to wait around, that was her business, not his. It didn’t matter; he’d made his choice, and she was standing here with Carolyn waiting out a typhoon.

  They loaded on the bus and drove to the facility that was supposed to protect them. Nothing like the words ‘evacuation station and fallout shelter’ on the outside to make you feel safe. The actual building was made out of cement blocks, and although it didn’t look like it would be featured on Homes and Gardens as a comfortable spot to take a nice vacation, it did make her feel rather safe.

  There were cots lined up in the large facility that made her think of disaster movies, but each and every green cot had a chocolate brown blanket on it. She had to hand it to them, they knew what to do in an emergency. She didn’t have much stuff, but she tried to keep what she had close at hand.

  “This isn’t so bad,” Carolyn said, and Emmy thought that there probably should be some mental health providers in the room to help when people started to crack.

  “I guess it’s all a matter of perspective.”

  Carolyn got really quiet and was almost full of awe, so Emmy turned to see what had caught her attention and found Matt in fatigues and combat boots. She’d seen him in multiple levels of dress and undress, but this outfit took his sexiness to another level… or maybe it was the look of fierceness on his face. What had put that level of ferociousness there? He was walking right toward her, and she was surprised just how fast her heart was going. It was like she was tuning everyone else out. This was a large place, so it took a while for him to reach her, and she looked around and saw the lust and awe on a lot of female and male faces around her.

  When he finally reached her, he nodded to everyone who’d watched them like they were on a television show.

  “Emmy, can I speak to you for a moment?”

  There was absolutely no reason for Emmy not to want to talk to him, but she was feeling very put out about his behavior and didn’t know what he could possibly want from her.

  “Sure,” she said, turning toward him.

  “I wanted to talk to you in private, if that’s possible.” Matt looked like he wasn’t one to be denied what he wanted, and that made her just that more defiant.

  “There’s nothing you can say to me that can’t be said right here.” Emmy stood her ground and watched the serious look on his face soften a bit, but he wasn’t backing down.

  He looked at her with a quirked brow, and she tried to catalog everything that he could possibly say. Commander sexy pants couldn’t say anything about their relationship, and she didn’t want to fall back into his arms only to have him shoo her away like a poor beggar on the street. No thank you. She said that she was going to take this as a learning experience, and she learned that this man could make her stupid and she should make sure that the person values her before she offers her heart or the treasure between her
legs.

  “Are you sure?” he asked, giving her another opportunity to take this somewhere private, but she knew that it would be harder to resist him if she didn’t have an audience. She took the moment to look at her newest and oddest partner in crime who looked like she would volunteer her services to go anywhere Matt wanted to take her.

  “Yes. I’m sure. What can I help you with, Commander?” Emmy was feeling so brave and vindicated.

  “The anti-coagulant that you take daily may be available for your use. I’ve researched the importance of the medication, and I know from talking with you that it’s been two days now since you’ve had your medication.”

  Emmy couldn’t believe that she’d forgotten that he’d known about that and that he’d have remembered with all that was at stake. She didn’t want to look into why he was so worried about it or what he was going to do with the information. She chose to take the ‘so what’ approach and shrugged her shoulders.

  “What is the dosage of the medication that you take?” he continued on, like he didn’t notice she was giving him shit.

  “I’ll be fine, Matt. We’ll probably be out of here by tonight.”

  “We aren’t sure what’s going to happen with this storm. It’s a big one and it’s coming our way for sure. There are a lot of things that we military personnel are concerning ourselves with, and we want each and every one of you to be safe.” He sounded like a public service announcement. It seemed like he was saying that he cared about her well-being because the government wanted to make sure everyone was being medically appropriate. That pissed her off, but she wasn’t sure why. However, if she had to guess, it was because she really wanted his concern to be more personal than business.

  “I’ll be fine,” she told him again.

  He stepped closer to her, and she knew that face. Her pussy heated up like there was a switch in her panties. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer, and in this mode, she found him incredibly attractive. It wasn’t like they normally slept together when he was like this, but just being this close to him…smelling his unique sent and looking at his bright blue eyes was making her want to go back to the first question—when he wanted to speak to her alone.

  “The dosage, ma’am.” This time it wasn’t a question; it was a demand, and since she didn’t want to look like she wasn’t co-operating with such a simple task around all these people, she told him what she was on and how much.

  He looked like he wanted to say something else, but he settled for nodding his head at her before he walked off. With the last of his loud clicking boots marking the time and distance he was away, it was like a rush of activity.

  “Is that your boyfriend?” asked a woman who was seated in the cot a few spaces away. She looked like she wanted to hear the whole story.

  Emmy could only look in the direction where she’d last seen Matt walk off and answer in the most honest way she knew how. “I wish.”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Matt knew that he didn’t have much time. They’d told the civilians that there was a possibility that they may be hit by the storm, but like usual with the government and its people, they tell them only the need-to-know information. Did they need to know that the storm was practically a guarantee and the magnitude may just wipe away the whole island? No. What would that do besides cause chaos? Nothing.

  It was important for him to find medication for Emmy because the chance of her meeting her luggage within a week, if the storm did what they thought it would, was slim—and closer to none.

  The medical personnel was out, as was his commanding officer. What was done in situations like this? Probably nothing, as it was a task that they wouldn’t usually do, but this was something unusual. Calling the lead in charge seemed to be the only thing that he could do at this time.

  “Hello?” The captain seemed quite put out at the call, and he knew what the man was dealing with, trying to get all the people on the island to safety.

  “Hello, Captain. This is Lieutenant Commander Matt Perrier.”

  “Lieutenant, as you know this is a serious time crunch situation we are in and I don’t have a lot of time. Please be brief.”

  “We have a civilian whose luggage is in route to her next destination, and I’ve become aware that she doesn’t have a medication that could possibly be detrimental to her health. Even as far as life or death, sir.” Matt tried to put it in a way that the man would know that this is something serious and not to be played with.

  “I’m sorry to hear that. The medical unit has been closed down, and there is a possibility that we can get the medication this person needs after the storm.”

  “That’s the best we can do, sir?” Matt knew he was pushing the envelope at this stage of the game, but this was Emmy they were talking about.

  “Is this person meaningful to you, Lieutenant? Because that’s the only reason I can think of that you’d be trying this hard for one person when we have over a thousand people in that one facility.” The man sounded like he was getting ticked off, and in the scheme of things, he could see how this would seem very trivial.

  “Yes, sir, this person is meaningful to me.” It was the truth, and he knew that he’d rather get his ass handed to him on a platter than to not have a medication that could cause some complication for Emmy.

  The older man grunted into the phone, but there were no more words.

  “Thank you, sir, for your time. I’ll figure something out.” Matt didn’t want to take up any more of this man’s time, as he could make his life more of a living hell than it already was.

  “You work on it from your side, and I’ll see what I can do from here. What is the medication called?”

  Matt was grateful that the powerful man was going to at least try to find out what was going on with the medication, but if he was going to work on his side, he’d better get started. After letting his boss know about the name and milligram dosage of the medication, he got off the phone and hoped that he didn’t mess the gentleman up too much with his plans for the safety of the other civilians on the island.

  “Perrier?” His superior called out to him before ending the call.

  “Yes, sir?”

  “Do your best by this woman. If she’s making you feel like turning over stones and upsetting apple carts in her honor, think about what she means to you. I’ve got to go. Be safe, son,” the man said before he disconnected the call.

  Matt made his way back to the place where Emmy was and started asking each passenger and person in the facility if they used the type of medication Emmy was on. He was halfway through the place when the person he was asking the questions for showed up.

  “What are you doing?” She came up on his left side when he was talking to someone on his right. He finished up what he was saying to the man who had a medication that was close—but with no medical personnel available, he couldn’t chance it.

  He turned to her and checked her over to see if she looked like she was any worse for the wear.

  “Can I talk to you privately for a minute?” She looked like she was pissed off and ready to give him a piece of her mind.

  “Is there any reason that you can’t say what you want to say to me in front of all these people?” He threw her words back at her just because he could, but he knew that they were in a race against the clock, and he wanted to make sure that she wouldn’t survive the typhoon only to be killed because she didn’t have the correct medication in her system. “I’m sorry. Now is not the time for pettiness. Let’s find a place where you can tell me what’s on your mind.”

  There were a few rooms where they could have gone, but this one was the one he was given to hunker down when the storm hit. He welcomed her in and watched her sit down on a simple chair in the middle of the floor.

  “I have heard that you’re asking everyone if they are on Coumadin, and if they can let me have a few tablets.” She waited like she wanted to hear the words coming out of his mouth. He wasn’t ashamed about what he was doing. As
a matter of fact, when they were done with this conversation, he was going right back out there to find out who had the medication she needed.

  “Yes. What about it?” He answered her in a tone that brooked no arguments about this. If she didn’t want him to do it, he would accept that, but it wouldn’t stop him from finding the mediation she needed. Her health was too great of an issue for her to find some imaginary insult in that.

  “I don’t want you to have to do that. It really won’t be all that long of a period that I’ve gone without.” Her eyes beseeched him like he should understand what she was talking about.

  “I’m not really interested in your medical nonchalance, Emmy. I know you’ve not had that medication for at least two days. That medication isn’t one that you can just start and stop. It’s bad enough that we don’t have the systems up to test your blood to see if you’re at therapeutic levels, but just knowing that you have the amount of medication daily that your doctor wanted you to have would be encouraging, and I am going to find someone with it so you can have it in your system.”