Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“Do you have security cameras?” King asks.
I’m too busy trying to swallow the lump in my throat to answer him. Thinking about my grandmother lying unprotected and vulnerable breaks my heart.
“I already talked to Jay. They’ve been erased and the hard drive from my office was ripped out.”
“Fuck,” King mutter under his breath. “Don’t worry. My club will get to the bottom of this.” The conviction in his voice has shivers running down my spine.
“Why would you do that?” I ask King. The question falls from my lips before I can hold it back.
“Baby, you’re mine and that means Billie is too,” King says, softly.
“I am not! I’m too damn old to be adopted,” my grandmother argues.
King shakes his head. The doctor comes in before he can respond and that may be a good thing.
“Hey Shelby,” Dr. Martin says, when she comes in.
“Hi,” I respond, waiting to hear what she says.
She pulls open her chart and turns her attention to my grandmother and holding her chart in her hands. Ms. Rush you’re a very lucky woman.”
“I’m not feeling it, Doc. I feel like I got hit by a baseball bat.”
I wince as a tremor goes through me because that very well could be what happened. King pulls me in closer and kisses the top of my head. “It’s okay, beautiful,” he murmurs.
“Everything is checking out okay and your stats are doing good. The nurse reported that you are still suffering from bouts of nausea, though.”
“If I move, but you people are making me lay down so it’s no wonder. A body’s not supposed to stay in bed constantly.”
“We’ll start getting you up some, but we’ve decided to keep you here over night. You have a concussion, and we need to monitor you and make sure everything is okay before we send you home. As long as you keep improving, we will probably send you home in a day or so.”
“The hell you are,” my grandmother argues. “I have people to feed and things to do.”
“Grandma, you need to stop arguing. You can’t come home until they make sure you’re alright. You’re being too stubborn for your own good. You know what happens when you start arguing like grandpa,” I warn her.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she barks out, crossing her arms over her chest. She’s complained since she got here about her hospital gown. She hates feeling exposed.
“Try me,” I tell her, pinning her with my stare.
“My head is too hard for there to be much damage, Shelbers.”
I don’t relent. I keep staring at her until she looks away. “Okay, fine. I’ll stay.”
I walk over and kiss her cheek gently.
“Thank you, Grandma.”
Chapter 20
King
I look over at Shelby. She’s leaning on the passenger window, unnaturally quiet on the way to her house. I didn’t take my bike to the hospital because I want to keep attention away from her. Having my bike at the hospital or her house is a sure way to get her noticed right now. I was careless before, but now that I have BMRR’s eyes on me, I have to be diligent to keep her safe.
I had to see her today to help wash away the filth. My brothers believe I’m stirring shit at the club and causing trouble for Ford. It sits heavily on my shoulders. Being around Shelby helps me handle the weight. Still, I know I’m being selfish. I wanted to explain to her that I had club business, and it was going to keep me away for a while. I was going to tell her that I was staying away for her safety but that she was mine and needed to wait on me.
That was the plan but finding out about Billie makes me realize that I just can’t do that. I can’t leave Shelby alone. I don’t have any proof, but I’m sure that the diner was vandalized to scare Shelby. I can’t explain it, but I’m sure everything boils down to one name. Mason.
Shelby didn’t want to leave the hospital, but there wasn’t much she could do. Billie was stable and visiting hours were over until morning. Billie demanded she let her get some rest before giving me orders to take care of her granddaughter. It’s an order, I refuse to break.
I reach over squeezing Shelby’s hand. “How are you holding up?”
“I just don’t understand it,” she says softly, looking out the window.
“What’s that, baby?”
“I can’t remember a store downtown being vandalized since we moved here. The town is quiet. I mean, there’s barely any crime. There’s your average shoplifting here and there, maybe the occasional drunk driver or domestic issues, but that’s it. Plus, everyone in town loves my grandmother. I just don’t understand it.”
I frown, my hands tightening on the wheel. I don’t want to tell her what I think happened. It will only scare her worse than she already is and that won’t solve anything.