Words of encouragement, back pats to Hawk, and thumbs up to her greeted them as they passed.
“Make a hole,” Diesel barked as they rolled up to what she could only assume was Jazz’s room. They made a hole.
Ace stood beside the door, eyeballing Hawk. “Son,” he greeted. Then his gaze dropped to Kiki. “Should you be outta bed?”
“No, Pop, she shouldn’t but she’s as fuckin’ stubborn as a Dougherty,” Hawk answered for her.
The wrinkles around Ace’s warm brown eyes crinkled further. “Yeah. Tells you somethin’, son.”
Hawk just grunted and pushed past his father. A pretty, older woman next to Ace laid a hand on Hawk as he passed by and she gave him a reassuring smile.
Kiki wouldn’t doubt that was his mother. How she pushed children as large as Hawk and Diesel from her womb, she’ll never know but the woman deserved a medal. Kiki might have to rethink having kids with Hawk.
Unless she could be guaranteed a C-section and some kind of drug like the morphine she was on now.
Her thoughts quickly fled her as Hawk pushed her into the quiet, solemn room where Jazz laid very still on a bed. She had way more machines surrounding her than Kiki had. An older couple hovered by the bed. She recognized Grizz, Jazz’s grandfather, and could only assume the older woman was Mama Bear, his wife.
Mama Bear’s eyes were red and puffy and Grizz kept pulling at his long, gray unkempt beard.
“She wake up yet?” Diesel asked, his voice gruff. The big man was truly affected by the small young woman laying helpless before them in the hospital bed.
“Been in an’ out,” Grizz answered, his voice rough, too.
“She know what happened?” Hawk asked.
Mama Bear shook her gray head. “Not sure. I’m hoping she’s blissfully unaware for now. Her body needs to heal first. Then we’ll worry ‘bout her mind.”
Kiki agreed. She tapped Hawk’s hand and he brought her chair closer to the bed. Kiki reached out and stroked Jazz’s still arm, then gripped her hand and held it tight. Lifting it to her cheek, she whispered, “Honey, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
Diesel made a noise behind her and when Kiki glanced over her shoulder, he was striding quickly from the room.
Grizz’s eyes followed him. He murmured, “That man’s gonna rip ‘em apart piece by piece with his bare hands.”
“Death’s too good for ‘em,” Mama Bear agreed with her husband.
Kiki realized now might not be the best time, but as their attorney she needed to encourage them to remain cool and let law enforcement handle justice. Not them.
It wasn’t going to do anybody any good if they all ended up arrested. Or worse.
She regarded Grizz. “Were the police in here already?”
“Yeah,” he grunted.
Mama Bear turned red eyes her way. “Did a rape kit. Victim’s advocate was in here, too. She hasn’t been coherent enough for a statement, though. I’m glad. She doesn’t need to relive that horror right away.”
“She’s going to have to eventually,” Kiki reminded Jazz’s grandmother.
“They’ll have your statement.”
Kiki didn’t want to tell her that she was knocked out during Jazz’s assault. She hadn’t witnessed most of it.
The squawking orderly came barreling into the room with what looked like a nurse by her side.
“What are you doing out of bed and out of your room?” The nurse shot an accusing look at Hawk. “You can’t just move her like that!” The nurse was brave as she smacked at Hawk’s hands and shooed him away from the wheelchair to take over. “I’m taking you back to your room,” she huffed.
Kiki caught Mama Bear’s gaze. “Let me know when she’s awake again and wants to talk.”
Mama Bear gave her a sad smile and nodded.
“Be back,” Hawk grunted as the nurse rushed Kiki from the room, Hawk on her heels.
“You all shouldn’t even be in this hallway,” she griped as she pushed Kiki through the gauntlet of Dirty Angels and their women.
“Ain’t fuckin’ leavin’, woman,” someone said.
The nurse huffed again but froze, pulling Kiki to a stop when a high-pitched wail came from the end of the hallway near the elevators. The hair on the back of Kiki’s neck stood up and Kiki noticed Hawk turn solid.
The crowd parted and Kiki had to swallow hard as she witnessed Bella, her face flushed, open her mouth and let out another haunting wail as she dropped to her knees to the hard tile floor, her hands digging into her hair.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Diesel shouted from behind them, then he was pushing past Hawk, Kiki and the nurse and stalking toward his cousin who seemed to be having some sort of breakdown.
A female voice shouted, “Call Axel.”
Hawk’s head turned sharply. “No.”
“Yes,” Diamond pushed forward, hands on hips. “Someone call Axel. I don’t have his number, or I would.”
“No one better fuckin’ call Axel,” Diesel barked as he rushed to Bella. “Got this.”
He gathered his cousin in his arms and lifted her like she weighed as much as a feather. He smacked the Down button at the elevator, Bella appearing boneless and weak as he nestled her against his wide chest.
He put his mouth close to her ear and as the elevator doors whooshed open, he stepped inside, never once turning around to face the rest of them. The doors whooshed closed and they were gone.
“Maybe with D taking care of Bella, it may delay the murder and mayhem he wants to commit,” said Ivy, who was wrapped tightly in Jag’s arms, her face pale after seeing her sister fall apart.
“Not sure ‘bout that,” Jag muttered, then pressed his mouth to Ivy’s temple. Ivy curved her fingers around his jaw and held tightly.
Kiki marveled at their closeness, but then her nurse was moving again, determined to get her back into her room and into her hospital bed. Just as they were making the turn into her room, the elevators binged again and Kiki hoped Bella was going to be okay. She had no idea why she would break down like that when she hadn’t even made it to Jazz’s room. She’d hardly made it two steps off the elevator.
She glanced up at Hawk, who hadn’t left her side even as the nurse had pushed her like a madwoman down the hallway. “Is Bella going to be all right?”
Hawk’s eyes fell on her, something disturbing behind his eyes. “Don’t know, babe. Shit happened.”
Shit happened.
What did that mean? Did he mean the same thing had happened to Bella?
Couldn’t be.
Before she could ask, the nurse locked the wheels and helped the orderly lift Kiki out of the chair and place her back in the bed. She had to admit it wasn’t as gentle as Diesel had been. Which, it surprised her that the big man could be that way. He seemed to be a beast through and through, so to see him affected like he was by what happened to her, to Jazz and then his reaction to Bella... it just left Kiki baffled.
As soon as the nurse had the bedcovers over her, the pads of the EKG monitor stuck back to her chest—though, Kiki couldn’t figure out why in the hell she needed them—she opened her mouth to thank them, even though she was a bit miffed they had rushed her out of Jazz’s room. Her mouth snapped shut as her ex-husband walked into her room.
Oh good lord.
The nurse snapped, “There’s supposed to be a limit of visitors. This is getting out of hand.”
“I’m her husband,” Landon proclaimed and Kiki wanted to groan. He rushed to her bedside, ignoring the killer glare Hawk was shooting his way. As Hawk stepped forward to block him, Landon skirted around him and put not only the bed but the chair Hawk was sitting in earlier between them.
Smart man.
“Ex-husband,” Kiki clarified.
“Sweetheart,” Landon started then his eyes widened as Hawk took a menacing step toward him.
Kiki gave Hawk a look and put up a hand, hoping he’d stand down. She didn’t need the man to take out his frustration with the Warr
iors out on Landon. Unwelcome here or not.
He shook his head. “Gotta rest, babe.”
“Why are you here?” Kiki asked Landon.
“The hospital called me. I rushed over as soon as I could.”
Kiki looked up at her now ex-husband, who was meticulously dressed as always in a well-tailored suit and his hair perfect, even though he “rushed” to her side.
Kiki gave Hawk a questioning look. “How long have I been here?”
Hawk just snorted and crossed his arms over his chest, which made him seem bigger and badder than ever.
Right. Just what she thought. Landon didn’t “rush” anywhere.
“Why would the hospital call you now that we’re legally divorced?”
Kiki ignored the sound that Hawk made. She guessed she never mentioned it last night at the bar that it had been made official. Something he’d probably want to know.
“I’m still your emergency contact.”
“I’ll have that changed.”
“To who?” Landon jerked his chin toward Hawk. “Him?”
Hawk took another menacing step forward.
Surprisingly, Landon ignored him. “It’s because of him that you’re in the hospital, Keek. You becoming tangled up with this gang caused this mess in the first place.”
“Club,” Kiki murmured.
“What? Club! Jesus, Kiki. You know what I’m saying is true. If you weren’t messing with him, you never would’ve been in this situation. He almost got you killed.”
Oh shit. She could feel the fury radiating from Hawk’s body. The air in the room became thick with it.
“Hawk,” she said softly.
“Yeah,” he bit out.
“Can you excuse us for a minute?”
“Fuck no.”
“Please.”
“Ain’t leavin’ your side, babe. Not for him, not for nobody.”
“Not sure what happened to you, Kiki. Not sure when you changed from appreciating class to liking a... a... thug. One with a record, too.” He leaned closer to the bed and reached for her hand.
Kiki swore Hawk growled.
Landon’s eyes flicked up for a second then back to her, but this time he didn’t try to touch her. “I worry about you. I want you to come home with me when you get released. I’ll take care of you. Make sure you get everything you need to get well.”
“Landon,” she began, not sure why he was offering this. Well, she knew why, he was trying to make up for his past transgression, or transgressions. For all she knew, Karin might not have been the only one. She never asked nor did she want to know. But all that was water under the bridge now.
She wasn’t going home with Landon; she would never even consider it. “I’ll be fine. I don’t need anyone nursing me back to health. The only thing broken is my ribs. Bruises will fade, the swelling will lessen—”
“Memories won’t fade,” he reminded her.
“In time,” she said, hoping that was true.
“Not when you see a reminder every day.”
He meant Hawk. The tension in the room swirled around her and became heavy to the point it felt like a hand gripped her throat. Landon needed to go.
A noise at the open door of her room made everyone’s attention land in that direction. A cop stood there, almost as tense as the other two men in the room. His hand rested loosely on the butt of his gun, which was safely tucked away in its holster, thank goodness. But it was a clear reminder of who was now the authority in the room.
“Hawk,” the officer grumbled with a slight chin lift.
“Mitch,” Hawk grumbled back, returning the not-quite-friendly chin lift.
“You know him?” Kiki asked.
“Used to be Z’s father.”
“Used to be?” Kiki repeated, confused.
“Yeah,” Hawk grunted. “Now he’s just a pig like the rest of ‘em. Family don’t gotta be blood.”
“Once again,” Landon cut in. “I will point out that he doesn’t even know how to speak English, Kiki. Jesus.”
Hawk’s gaze swung from the cop back to Landon. “She understood me. ‘Nough talkin’. She ain’t goin’ with you, so get gone.”
“Kiki,” Landon pleaded.
“He’s right, Landon, I’m not going home with you. I appreciate you coming and caring enough to offer, but it’s not going to happen.”
Landon frowned. “You’re making a mistake.”
Kiki stared at Hawk for a heartbeat, then two as she weighed Landon’s words. “I’ll risk it,” she finally murmured.
She noticed every tight muscle in Hawk’s body loosen, his eyes soften as he looked at her, and his nostrils flare as he sucked in a breath.
Oh good lord. She was laid up in a hospital bed and all she could think about was when she would see his tattooed body naked next. Crazy.
“I’m guessing you should leave now,” this cop, Mitch, directed at Landon.
Landon nodded. “Fine. Kiki, you have my number. Call me if you need anything.” He raised his eyebrows at her. “Even if to escape.”
“Jesus fuck,” Hawk growled.
Landon raised his palms in surrender and weaved his way around Hawk and then Mitch as he left the room.
Kiki’s eyes went from the empty doorway to Mitch, who now stood just inside the door, his gaze steady on Hawk.
“Need to ask her questions, Hawk.”
“So ask.”
“Need you to step out.”
“Ain’t doin’ it.”
Mitch’s eyes got hard. “Not asking.”
Hawk stared back at the officer, his eyes just as hard, but then after a moment he dropped them to Kiki. “You good?”
She bit back a smile at how protective he was being. “Yes, I’m sure I’ll be fine with Zak’s father who is a cop.”
Hawk grunted, scrubbed a hand over his mohawk and then crowded the bed to lean down and press a kiss to the top of her forehead. A portion not covered in bandages. “Be right outside the door.”
“I’m sure you will,” she murmured.
On his way out, Hawk stopped in front of Mitch. Kiki couldn’t see either of their faces, but something certainly went unsaid. Then he walked out and shut the door firmly behind him.
“So, Zak’s brother and father are police officers. I find that interesting.”
Mitch stepped closer to the bed and Kiki could see where Zak got his looks. And his hip swagger. “It was just how the chips fell.”
“Like the chips off your shoulders?”
Something flashed through Mitch’s eyes as he stayed silent for a moment, studying her. “Not here to talk about me or my sons. I’m here on official business.”
“You need to ask me questions,” Kiki stated since it was obvious as he pulled a long, thin notebook out of his back pocket and slipped a pen from the front shirt pocket of his uniform.
“Are you up for it?”
She was surprised he even bothered to ask. Being a defense attorney, she wasn’t the biggest fan of law enforcement. She respected them for the most part, but in the years she’d been practicing, she’d met a few that should have never graduated from the police academy. They’d say or do anything for their charges to stick.
In the courtroom, she and the cops had a tenuous relationship since they were on the opposite sides of the room.
“I’ll do what I can to help,” she murmured finally.
“Before we start... Can I ask you what you’re doing involved with the club?”
“It’s not obvious?”
He tapped his pen against the cover of his notepad. “I’ve watched them all grow up. Maybe more from a distance than I should have. But I’ve known Hawk and Diesel since they were born. I’ve seen the men they’ve become. Not saying what they’ve become is good or bad, but...”
“Your son is one of them,” she reminded him needlessly.
“Yes.” He took a deep breath. “He is. He also did ten years at SCI Fayette. Not a proud moment for a father.”
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�You know he was set up, right?” Kiki knew it because when her boss handed over the files for the club, she had read through them all. Tom wasn’t the one who had originally defended Zak, it was another attorney the club fired after the trial, but Tom had taken on the appeal, which they unfortunately had lost. But all the evidence Kiki could see showed that he was set up by another club. Namely the Warriors. The bad blood between the two clubs ran long, hard and deep.
She and Hawk had laid in bed one night and Hawk had talked about Z, who he was close with, and everything the former club president had endured being accused, arrested and convicted of a crime he didn’t commit.
Kiki had seen all the circumstantial evidence in his file that had been suppressed during the trial and the appeal.
“That’s what he says.”
“I believe him. Apparently, you don’t.”
Mitch was good at hiding his feelings and expressions. He was like a rock. But then he was a cop, so this didn’t surprise Kiki.
“Didn’t say that. But let’s just say I’m not happy with the direction his life took.”
“Being a part of the club,” she reiterated.
“Yes.”
“You got out; you wanted him to stay out, too.”
Mitch’s eyes softened with amusement. “I’m supposed to be here asking you questions, not the other way around.”
“I’m just stating facts.”
The officer’s eyes went from soft to hard in an instant. “Right. One of my sons makes me proud. The other one doesn’t. Those are the facts.”
God, that hurt Kiki’s heart to hear. She hoped Zak never heard words like those come from his father’s mouth. Ever. Even though he was an adult and a badass biker who had the love of a good woman, she could just imagine those words would still be devastating to hear.
She couldn’t even picture her own parents judging her that way. Yes, they were “free spirits,” and even though they would’ve loved for Kiki to be the same instead of becoming an attorney and being a part of the “establishment,” they always supported her. And when they finally returned from their latest retreat, she was sure they would love Hawk, biker or not. No matter how opposite she was from her parents, they loved her just the same. She didn’t realize how lucky she truly was. Until now.
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