Placing a small kiss onto the hot flushed skin of her forehead I paced over to the back wall, leaned up against it, bending my right knee and placing the sole of my
boot against the wall. My eyes fall to the eyes of my Prez., who is firing daggers my way, all I do is smile and offer a head nod. Flicking the flint of my lighter sending a small ember glow over my knuckles as I light it and let it go out, light it and let it go out, over and over again. I will take any punishment he has coming to have her sleep in my bed every night.
Watching her wrap her sister in her arms as Vipers mother walks a track of fear through the stained and already worn carpet of this waiting room all the air is now replaced with a heat of worry and laced with a fear for the unknown.
I have watched the hands tick away on the clock, as the big hand moves around and the little hand chases it. Prospects have brought in coffee and tea, food and blankets for the girls. Still no answers. Sam’s eyes have followed my movements. As I watch his jaw click down hard over and over, he is begging me to touch his daughter again. I won’t here, though I know he needs something to distract him and punching the life outta me would be the perfect pass time for him right now. I am foolish but I’m not stupid. So, I wait, and I watch. My palms sweating as my fingers itch to run down her spine, wrap around her neck and pull her lips into mine taking more than her virginity. Taking her fucking heart and soul.
Closing my eyes as her smell lingers slightly on my cut from when I had pulled her into me before. I relish in the small distraction that she brings my mind. Let’s face it, it’s been hours since we arrived, and they rushed Viper through the glass doors. There was blood, so much fucking blood, all over him. I was just with him watching him fuck shit up and now look we are here, and he may just become a ghost. Shattering more than a brotherhood. Killing a small women’s dreams of a forever. Taking a son from a mother and a big brother from a sister. I feel like I will pass out if I stay in this room any longer. Seeking air and calm, I push off from the wall my movement sends Saylor’s eyes up, from across the room she seeks me out. Sending me a weak smile as I run my hands through my hair, my eyes bleed a story of love and fear laced with passion and pain. “I’m sorry, I can’t stay,” I whispered while stalking from the room. The look of her heart breaking inside her chest, I just can’t stay and feel it all. It’s all too much. I’m a biker for god sake. Before I know it, the cool wind is whipping around me as the wind cools the hot tears that are streaming down my cheeks. I don’t even know what is happening or how to stop it. I didn’t even know my body held the ability to cry let alone break like this. A loneliness washes over me and the first time in my life I feel what it’s like to really be vulnerable.
CHAPTER FIVE
Saylor
Watching him walk out of the waiting room was hard enough. The look on his face just now, nearly broke me. Asher is one of the strongest men I know. To see the utter devastation, the loss was too much for him to bear. I want to follow him, run to him and take all this away but I can’t. I don’t even understand this, us and all that has happened.
I look around the room for dad, he isn’t here. Shit, panic rises inside my body as a cool line of sweat traces down my spine. He followed Asher out. Oh god. I don’t even wanna think about what he is doing to him. I know he seen it. The way he was outside at the car and now here in this tiny room, that is feeling smaller and the air thinner as we stand here.
I nod at mom, she knows. This is mom, the woman knows and sees it all.
I walk fast to the door and then run for it. I have an overwhelming and urgent need to be out in the fresh air away from the smell and the suffocating feeling of this place. Plus Asher, I kinda have to make it up to him. I know I couldn’t stop my dad from beating him to a pulp or killing him. I just have to get out to him fast. That is all I can think about. It’s all I ever think about. Asher. Like always. Skidding to a stop at the elevator, I jump in as the doors begin to shut. Falling softly back against the cold metal wall and hitting the ground level button I wait for the elevator to move. My eye catches that of an older man standing in the corner against the back wall. Offering him a small smile as I tap my foot, waiting for the descent to stop and the doors to ping open.
“I bet you’re going after that young man with all the tattoos I saw downstairs a few minutes ago.”
“Umm, yeah I am. Did you happen to see which way he was going by any chance?”
He chuckles, “Yep toward the front doors. Boy looked like he was about to explode. Or punch something a lot harder than he should.”
More prickled panic washes over me as I look at the older man this time, he offers me a small smile.
“Good luck, love. I feel like you are going to need it. Men like that are like bulls when worked up.” Winking as the elevator arrives at the main floor of the hospital. The doors ping open and I step out.
Looking back over my shoulder at the man as he remains in the same spot.
“You coming?” I ask curious as to why he’s still there.
“No, pretty girl. Just gonna stay here a lil bit longer,” he replies as the door closes.
Huh that was odd.
I don’t have time to dwell on that weird encounter, instead I make my way through the main emergency part of the hospital and out through the main entrance. The glass doors whoosh open as I approach. The cold chill from the late night’s air whacks me in the face cooling the heat from the hospital. Closing my eyes and taking in a large, refreshing lungful of air I begin to walk toward the left side of the hospital. It’s where I hear voices and I know deep down it will be my father and Asher. Getting closer to them I keep to the shadows, stay unseen and unheard until really necessary that is what is going through my slightly freaking out mind right now.
“I told you when you first started prospecting, my daughters were off limits. You and fucking Viper…” dad runs his large hands through his coal black hair.
“I know, Prez., and I tried to stay away from her. Tried to get her out of my head and heart. I won’t fight it anymore. I can’t. I think, no, I fucking love Saylor with everything inside me. She’s it for me, Ace. You can kick my ass, shoot me like you did Viper. I’ll take it all for her. She’s mine and there is nothing you can do to change that!”
My breath catches as I listen to Asher claim me in front of my father. If I didn’t love him before, I sure as hell do now. I may be loving a dead man after this show down though because you can’t speak like that to your Prez. and not expect a hiding or a shooting. I have heard of men getting killed for a lot less than what just came out of Asher. I can see dad’s vein in his neck growing larger as his fists clench and his jaw ticks. I hate to look but I can’t make myself look away.
“Fuck me. What is this? I am so fuckin’ tired of this shit. You boys think I am a fool do ya?” Dad growls, knowing that he just lost his other daughter to a brother.
“No, Prez.!” Asher holds up his hands.
“Not at all, but look at the daughters you raised, really look at them. Would you prefer them with us or the likes of some scumbag out there?” Asher’s hands move toward the empty night sky. Dad runs his hands over his face.
“I’m fuckin’ done with you kids telling me how it is. Bullshit!” Dad steps closer to Asher. I expect him to step back, but he stands his ground.
“I’m just telling you what I am thinking. I know that I love your daughter more than my bike and I wanna make it right with you so I can claim her.” Asher’s eyes stayed locked with my father’s. My heart is beating so fast that I feel it will jump from my chest. I step from the dark toward them. Standing under a streetlamp, their hard features lit up in a stare down of epic proportions.
Asher claimed me to dad so now it’s time I claim him too. I make my way to them. I walk past my dad, my hand grabbing his forearm and squeezing slightly as I step right up and into Asher’s arms. He wraps me up and plants a soft, short kiss to my lips. I turn in his arms and face the President of the Ace of Spades MC. My heart is now beating at a scared rabbit’s pace. Disrespecting my father isn’t something I like to do.
