Kayde's Temptation: A Demented Sons MC Novel
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“Jesus, Sera, I know, baby. I know. I’m so fucking sorry.” Large hands framed my face, tenderly swiping at tears that just kept raging. “Don’t cry, baby. You kill me when you cry. Scoot over.” He nudged me to move over away from him, and once I did, he carefully lay next to me. Gathering my broken body and soul in his arms, he cradled me against him and laid my head against his beating heart.
“None of this is your fault. The only person I blame is the one responsible, and I promise you, he will pay. We have a lot to talk about, but you need to rest. I need you to worry about healing, and then we’ll talk.”
“No. I’m not tired. Please, just say what you have to say.” Hiccupping breaths shook my body. The sound of his heart thumping under his firm chest was like a hypnotic, calming beat, and I felt my tension easing. Snuggling into his warmth, I wanted to just feel him and not think about all the rest of this shit, but I wanted to know what he was thinking. He lost something precious too, and I knew it had to have hurt him. Oh God, what if he didn’t think it was his?
“This isn’t really the time to talk about some of the things I need to discuss with you, but you need to know our plan. I’m not sure what Christian has told you.” His chest rose with a full inhale. “They don’t know where he is. Last place they picked up his trail, it looked like he was headed into Mexico. So it’s possible he’s long gone, but he could be in the area. I’m taking you and Ty home with me. No arguments. But since we don’t know who we can trust, we need to sneak you out with as few people as possible knowing.” Ruffling my hair, his words were spoken over the top of my head before he kissed it. Terror gripped me at the thought of Lawrence coming for me while I lay helpless in a hospital bed. At the touch of Kayde’s lips to me, an inner peace spread and calm flowed through my veins.
Shaking my head and pressing my face into his chest, I listened to the plan they had come up with. “Are you guys crazy? I can’t. I have to work. I have bills. I need my job.”
His snort of disbelief proceeded his instructions. “Didn’t Christian tell you to call someone to stay with? You called me. You had to know I would come for you. I will help you with whatever you need help with. You’re in no condition to go back to work any time soon, and fuck your job. This is you and Ty’s lives we’re talking about. You’re not going to convince me to leave you behind this time. Not happening. You will be coming home with me.”
We lay there quietly for a while, until my nurse came in with my pain meds. Not really wanting to take them, I considered refusing them, but I was starting to hurt again, and I knew if I didn’t stay on top of things, it would get away from me. My shoulders were the worst, but my wrists were a close second. It wasn’t long before the meds kicked in and I was dozing off again.
When I woke, Kayde was finishing a call. “Hey, beautiful. The doc was just in here. He wanted you to call the nurse so she can get him in here to talk to you.”
I fished around in the covers for the call light. While I waited for her to come in, I ate the bland lunch the sweet, bubbly CNA had brought in and placed on my tray. It pretty much sucked, but I was hungry.
Angela, my day nurse, came in, asked me if I needed anything, took my vital signs, then told me she’d send the doctor in.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Healy. How are you feeling?” My doctor entered the room sounding so happy, I really wanted to punch him. God, why do I feel so violent?
“Okay, all things considered.” Shrugging out of habit had me wincing.
“Yeah, those shoulders will be sore for another day or so. How about your food? Keeping it down okay?”
“So far, yes. When can I go home?” I missed my son. I just wanted to hold him and feel like everything was going to be okay, like Kayde said.
“Well, let me ask a few more questions and take a look and listen to you, and then we can talk about that.”
Nodding, I pushed the tray away. Once he ran the gamut of assessments, to include palpating my uterus and checking to see how bad I was bleeding, he went to wash his hands. Jesus, that was embarrassing and painful. Painful physically and emotionally.
See, my mind and body remembered all those thing from before, only this time there was no tiny bundle of joy waiting for me to make all that crap worth it. The doctor obviously thought Kayde was my husband or something and didn’t ask if I wanted him to leave, which was embarrassing. As a nurse, I knew that was a huge faux pas on his part, but I wasn’t going to say anything.
“Okay. So everything looks good, all things considered. You’re going to be in some significant pain for a few days while your muscle and tissue damage heals. But there isn’t really anything we need to keep you for, unless you have worries or concerns. Your labs and scans all looked good, no internal bleeding noted. Kidney function appears normal—we were worried about that because it appeared you had some significant blows to the kidney areas.” Remembering those blows, I winced. “I’ll write you a script for the meds I would like you to take. We’ll talk to the officer to notify them you are being discharged, and we can get you out of here. You’ll need your stitches taken out of your wrists in about a week.” He explained everything to watch for, which I already knew; then he stood, shook Kayde’s hand, and called him “Mr. Healy.”
The doctor didn’t notice Kayde’s wince at that, but I did. To his credit, he didn’t say anything. “Okay, let me go get everything written up, and I’ll send the nurse in with your discharge instructions. Sound like a plan?” After I told him that was good, he moved to leave the room.
Kayde followed him and asked to speak with him for a moment. They stood just inside the closed door and spoke in low tones. The doctor glanced back at me briefly, then nodded. They shook hands again, and Kayde came back to me.
“Sorry about that.” My cheeks felt like they were on fire, so I knew they were probably flaming red in my embarrassment.
“Why? It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.” His wink had a small smile creeping out on my face as I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth.
“You’re too much. And I was referring to him thinking you were my husband.” Huffing out a large puff of air in frustration, I pulled up my big girl panties. “Okay, so when do we do this?” At that point, I just wanted to see Ty. Make sure he was hale and hearty. Hug him tight.
“As soon as we get your discharge paperwork. We’ll wait to get your prescriptions until after we have Ty. We need to move fast though. Just hang tight, and I’ll be back shortly with help.”
This is where I get to pretend I’m half-dead. Yay.
A tech or nurse came in with surgical gear, and when I started to ask if I could help him, I realized it was my brother. “What the fuck, Christian? What are you doing dressed like that?”
Chuckling, he gave me a goofy look. “It’s not a good look for me?” He planted his hand on his cocked hip.
“Oh dear Lord.” Laughing made me hurt, so I tried my best to hold it in.
Before he could answer my question, a female nurse dressed the same way entered my room pushing a gurney.
“We having a surgical party in here?” She smiled at my attempt at humor.
“Hi. I’m Candace. I work in the OR, and Javier asked if I could help get you out of here without anyone knowing you left. Umm, so Javier is my boyfriend. Sorry, I guess I should have said that first. Joker cleared all this with your doctor, but it’s unofficial, of course.” Her pretty cheeks blushed pink.
Christian explained we were going to pretend I was unconscious or sleeping, so no one could try to question or talk to me. I was going to get on the gurney, and Candace was going to make sure the officer outside the door was convinced I was going down to the OR for a procedure and that none of the nurses were watching so they could roll me out.
“Where’s Kayde?” He hadn’t returned yet, and I started to get nervous, worrying he wasn’t coming back.
My brother spoke up. “He’s already waiting out behind the hospital at the service entrance for you with the rental car. Here are t
he hospital scrubs we snagged you so you don’t have to drive around town looking all conspicuous in that sexy hospital gown.”
“Oh. Okay.” His attempt at humor was lost as I was starting to get nervous. When Kayde was close by, he grounded me and made me feel safe. Being gone, my nerves were already beginning to frazzle.
We got me set up, complete with one of those gauzy, puffy bonnets they always put on patients before surgery. Pulling the covers up to my chin to hide the scrubs, I prepared to go. Candace went out, spoke with the officer, and we were rolling down the hall as I lay there, eyes closed and trying to control the tremors that snaked up and down my body.
As soon as we got into the OR area, we went into a pre-surgery room. Christian helped me off the gurney and into a pair of my running shoes I usually kept in my locker just in case. I didn’t even want to know how he got them.
“You ready?” he asked.
“As I’ll ever be. Just remember, I’m still moving slow and I’m about a foot shorter than you, so don’t walk too fast, big brother.” He smiled and shook his head.
“Thank you for everything, Candace. I hope you don’t get in trouble for this.”
She pursed her lips and made a psshh sound.
“Honey, I’m not worried about it. What did I do, really? You’re discharged. All I did was help you get out of there. It’s not like I did anything illegal. Well, except for commandeering those scrubs for you, but no one saw me, so it’s all good.” Her smile was contagious and my own spread across my face. The swelling was pretty much gone, but the bruising was still really bad.
“Shit. What am I gonna do about the bruises?”
She quickly affixed a surgical mask over my nose, mouth, and chin. Then she pulled a tube of concealer from her pocket and dotted it around my eyes and nose.
“Good thing I’m vain and don’t leave home without it, right? Now y’all get moving.” She shooed us out, and Christian and I appeared to leisurely stroll down the hall, out the surgical doors, and then down the service elevators.
When we reached the service doors and exited into the cold winter air, I shivered. “Dang, I wish I had a jacket.”
“Sorry, sis, I didn’t think of that. But Kayde has the car warmed up.” We had stopped right behind a gray sedan. He motioned to where Kayde sat watching us in the rearview mirror of a nondescript rental car. “You take care of yourself and Ty. Kayde promised to keep you safe, and I know he’s good to his word, but hell, I’m going to miss you. I’m so damn sorry I wasn’t there for you more after Tyler.” Emotion seeped into his words, and he looked away. I wasn’t 100 percent sure, but I was pretty sure my brother was on the verge of crying.
Hugging him, I fought my own tears. “Don’t. It’s not your fault. Thank you for everything. I’ll miss you too. Love you, big brother.”
He loosened his arms and set me away from him. “You need to get moving. We’ve wasted too much time already. I love you too.”
I kissed his cheek and moved as quickly as my sore body would allow to the waiting car. Climbing in, I turned to wave at my brother, then buckled up and looked forward. “Let’s do this.”
“You got it, bella.” We pulled out and were soon merged into the crazy traffic.
My father and Marla had packed as many of Ty’s things as they could fit in a couple of bags, and also some of my own, tucking them in the trunk while the car was in the garage so if anyone was watching the house, they wouldn’t see anything suspicious. Then they drove off as if they were going out to dinner. We met at a diner on the edge of the North Loop, and my dad quickly transferred the bags to the trunk of the rental car.
“Momma!” Ty ran to me, but Kayde swooped him up before his solid little self could plow into me like he usually did. It was then that Ty realized Kayde was even there, as he’d only had eyes for me. “Kayde!” His happy chuckle proceeded his arms wrapping around Kayde’s neck.
Ty had already eaten with them, but they had ordered two burgers to go for me and Kayde. My dad handed me the bag with the containers in it as he hugged me.
“I love you, niña. You’re in good hands. Hopefully we’ll get all this straight and you’ll be home soon.”
Nodding, I couldn’t speak for fear of tears breaking loose. Marla took Ty to give him a last hug. Kayde then shook my dad’s hand.
“I’ll take good care of her, sir.”
My dad hugged Kayde. “Stop with the ‘sir’ stuff. You practically lived at my house growing up.” Kayde smiled and turned to help me in the car. Hell, I was moving slow. Marla already had Ty buckled in the back seat with his little booster seat.
After tearful goodbyes, we were on the road. I felt like I was in some crazy-ass suspense movie. Shit like this wasn’t supposed to happen in real life, was it? I mean, sure, I watched the news and I knew there were crooked people everywhere. I knew women got abused. I knew there were good guys who were everyday heroes, but I would’ve never believed someone if they said that would be my life.
Glancing over at Kayde as he drove in silence, I took in his strong, handsome profile. The man was truly beautiful. It made me wonder if he knew how women looked at him. Did he use it to his advantage? Despite talking to Ty and me every night, did he have other women? Did he have someone special? It wasn’t like I had given him any reason to stay true to me. Not once in our conversations had I told him how much I loved him. Mostly, because I didn’t want to give him false hope when we were so far apart. Also, because I was afraid if I caved and told him how I felt, it would give him the power to really hurt me.
Kane Brown’s “What Ifs” came on the radio and my heart ached. Was I letting too many what-ifs run my life? Anxiety shot through me at the thought of opening myself up to that hurt, but the yearning I felt for a life with Kayde crashed over me like waves in a turbulent ocean.
We’d been driving for hours when I heard, “Momma, I haffa pee.” Ty’s voice piped up from the back seat, and I looked back in time to see him drop his book, kick his stout little legs nervously, and look at me with mournfully worried eyes.
Before I could even ask Kayde to stop, he was switching lanes and exiting at the Buc-ee’s just outside of Temple. Parking up by the doors, he quickly got out of the car and unbuckled Ty before coming over to make sure I was able to get out okay. Sitting for so long had left me stiff, so I was glad for his helping hand to climb out of the low-riding car.
Instead of leaving me, he continued to talk to Ty to keep him preoccupied until we reached the bathrooms. Reluctantly letting my hand go before he entered the men’s side with Ty, he stopped to ask me, “You gonna be okay in there by yourself?” The concern etched on his face was sweet, but I had to laugh.
Bad idea. Laughter hurts.
“Umm, and if I wasn’t, were you going to come in with me?” Concern morphed to a comical naughty expression as he wiggled his eyebrows. “You better take Ty if you’re taking him, or he can come with me.”
“I got him, babe. You just go, and we’ll meet you back right here, okay? Don’t leave this doorway. Please?”
Standing on my tiptoes, I reached up carefully to kiss his cheek. Honestly, I really only had the intention of giving him a friendly peck for his concern. Firmly, but gently, his hand cupped the back of my neck and he redirected my head so my lips touched his. It wasn’t lascivious, it was chaste, but held so much promise it hurt my heart and left my body tingling.
“Here.” He pointed to the spot where we stood before he turned and walked into the men’s room with Ty, grinning.
Wow. That man did crazy things to me and I really loved it.
After I finished with my bathroom struggle, because yeah, it was harder than I thought it was going to be, I returned to the spot where he told me to wait. Busying myself looking at the pictures and decorations, I tried to ignore the strange looks I got. Wondering if it was because of the scrubs, the bruises, or the bandages, I decided I needed to get changed. I stuck out too much like this. It wasn’t long before the boys joined me.
“Aw shit, babe. I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about that. Let me go get it. On second thought, if you think you’ll be okay walking, I’d rather you stay with me.” Holding out his hand, he clasped mine in his, and we returned to the car. Moving as quickly as I could, I grabbed some leggings, socks, underwear, a T-shirt, and hoodie.
We went back in, I changed while he grabbed snacks and drinks, and then we were back on the road.
Driving well into the night, he finally pulled off into a hotel parking lot just inside of Oklahoma. Once we got Ty settled, we climbed into bed where Kayde spooned me with his large, warm body. The soft snores told me he was out as soon as his head hit the pillow. Smiling, I snuggled deeper into his body and drifted off to sleep.
My dreams were filled with Kayde and Ty hovering over a small baby boy. I didn’t know if that was from my inner hopes, the baby I lost, or a premonition of the future.
“Send the Pain Below”—Chevelle
THE TRIP NORTH WAS long and draining. Trying not to show her how nervous I was about being followed, I was constantly vigilant. What should have been a long but single day trip stretched into two because I didn’t want to overdo it with Sera.
Too many times, I found myself wishing we were a normal family on a normal family trip. Thinking about what Christian had said, I beat myself up for my stupid mistakes in the past, regretting all the lost years. If only I had talked to him back then. Then if I would have stayed after Tyler died, maybe she would’ve been spared all the shit with that fuckstick. There I went with the “if onlys” and “would’ves.”
Pushing all my worries back, I told myself we were young, and maybe we wouldn’t have lasted if we had gotten together then. And I truly was in a pretty bad place after Tyler was buried and gone. Could we have survived that? Would she have been able to handle being a military wife, dealing with me being gone all the time? Could this be how things were supposed to be? Not that there would ever be an answer to those questions. Maybe this was our second chance, or maybe this was fate’s way of saying this was supposed to be our first chance. Besides, I couldn’t live my life with “if only”; the therapist they assigned me before I got out of the Marines had told me that repeatedly.