“Well, yeah,” She says as a fucking smile ripples over his smug lips.
“Don’t fucking smile at me,” I snap to him as the smile fades and shock hits his eyes. “Ah, bingo, now the penny drops hey, Vix?” I say pushing forward my hands twitching to strangle him.
“He didn’t touch me; he didn’t try to. He found me at the beach alone. High and crying, ok?” She pushes out fast through gritted teeth and when my eyes fall to her, they were laced with a pain that turn deeper than anything my blood hungry eyes had ever seen.
“As much as I begged him to do all the things my body craved so I could forget, he didn’t. He even stopped me from using more and is currently holding me hostage, so my parents don’t see the drugs swimming in my eyes.” Her voice breaks as the tears roll down her cheeks.
“Fuck,” is all I can say as my arms pull her up and into me. All I can do is kiss her head and
“I wouldn’t ever fuck this or her up,” Vix says as he steps from the window.
“She’s to fucking stunning for a shit pit like this and the drugs, well she’s far too beautiful to have the devil licking at her back, Capone.” His eyes seek mine as he lights up a smoke. Taking a beer from his fridge he hands me one before cracking the lid on his own and falling into the chair. I just stare at him as Lane breaks inside my arms and I have no fucking clue what the hell I am meant to do.
CHAPTER NINE
Saylor
It’s been four days since the shooting and I’m more scared now than I was when we got the call. I still feel the same fear as when we got the call that Viper was shot and in surgery; the helplessness as my sister clings to the hope that he will come out of this alive. It’s hard to see Viper in that bed hooked up to machines keeping him alive.
The constant beeping and whooshing sounds that cut through the dark, silent room. The quite sobs from my sister as she buries herself in his hands and chest, her body heaving with unshed tears trying so hard to be strong for him, her and his mother.
I would love to know where Lane is, she was here then gone just like that. I get it this is daunting. It’s also confronting the loss that could come from this. All of this is overwhelming. I know she is scared and frightened. It all frightens me, yet I am here. I have to be, if not for Senna then for his mother.
I wish Abe would come in and hold his wife. She is so broken. I watch her run through the motions of the day, she walks in with coffee in hand, kisses her son’s head and whispers in his ear. She fluffs his pillows and pull and straighten his blankets then crack a window slightly to allow some air to roll through the thick and sticky room.
She opens the blinds just a little, not too much, just enough to let some light splinter though. Then she sips her coffee, twist her hair and watch her son while her body shakes. This is an all-day affair. She repeats these actions at least eight times in a day - open and shut the window and blinds, move around the room and his bed pulling at invisible threads of his blankets or her shirt. She will kiss him, talk to him, beg him and then leave for a few minutes only to walk back in and do it all over again. All of that frightens me. But Senna, she down right has me scared shitless.
My sister hasn’t left this hospital in four days. She only eats when mom or I force food down her throat. She has lost weight; her eyes are sunken in and she has no colour. She isn’t my twin she is a shell of a human who is struggling with what could be losing the man she has just gained. I feel her pain when I look at Asher.
I feel so much suffocating love for that man that the smallest thought of him being hurt, or worse killed, scares me so much that a cold sweat breaks out from my body and trickles down my spine.
In this world nothing is promised. We are an MC and we have hits, threats and will be targets till the end of time. It’s just the way it is. The one thing that scares me the most is she refuses to leave Viper’s side. She hasn’t moved from that chair, let go of his hand or even blinked. She won’t shower or change her clothes.
Today I finally had had enough, and I brought her in a fresh set, some freaking perfume and deodorant cause let’s face it he doesn’t wanna be smelling a rather gross Senna when he wakes. So, I took matters into my own hands and I bathed her with a bowl of warm soapy water and dressed her like she was a two-year-old.
She didn’t acknowledge me; she didn’t look away from Viper and she didn’t fight me. That freaked me out more than this scenario before me. The fact that my twin, my feisty twin, let me change her. She is lost and I can’t seem to find a way to pull her back to me, to us, to this world that we live in. As harsh as it is, it’s ours and I feel lonely and cold without her. To see how this has affected her is killing me.
Being twins, we have a connection that most don’t understand. She and I are two halves of a whole. The utter despair and anguish she feels, I feel. The longing to have him wrap her up in his arms and sooth her raging emotions is palpable. All I want is to give her some reassurance that everything will be fine, but how can I when I don’t know for sure that it will. Not even the doctors can say for sure that he will come out of this, let alone be back to normal.
I couldn’t imagine Viper not himself after this. How that would destroy him. He has a vision and he has a strength that requires him to be more than this man laying here in this bed. Like his gym, god, I hope someone has that under control. That is his baby, he loves that gym more than the bike he rides. Some days I think more than his patch. That’s his go to place when all this world gets too much for him.
Mom and Jolee have been taking turns with me sitting with Viper and Senna. After the first twenty-four hours dad and Abe made them leave to eat shower and get some rest. None of us will be any good to him if we are delirious from lack of sleep. Asher has been in and out over the past few days. He has assumed Vipers responsibilities for the club, so he’s been gone a lot. Even with all the shit that’s happened, the businesses need to keep running and that still falls on all the guys.
Dad has made sure we are protected. Either a brother or a prospect is outside the room and the hospital round the clock. Everyone is being closed lip about who did this, but I have no doubt that they know, and plans are in the works to seek retribution.
Senna is sitting in her spot beside Viper sleeping in the chair. Though he hasn’t woken up yet, he is doing much better and his vitals are stable. Earlier today, they removed the breathing tube and he now has a mask over his face delivering oxygen. The doctors seemed hopeful that this is a step in the right direction. Now we wait for him to wake up.
He responded to the stimulant test earlier where they run a pen down the sole of your feet and if your toes move you have feeling. His pupils also have come back to normal size. God for days there they took over the whole whites and looked horrible.
I was worried that they would stay dilated and never return but they have, and the team of Doctors and nurses all assure us that this is a step in the right direction. He seems to be past the worst of this nightmare train so the next stop surly should be waking up. I send a silent prayer up to the heavens to please save him and my sister from any undue pain and suffering. She is so lonely and lost right now that I fear this mental strain will be too much.
My phone dings in my hand with a text from Asher.
Asher: Hey baby, any change?
Me: not since this morning. Senna is finally sleeping so I told Flame only the nurses and docs are allowed in the room for now. She needs her rest.
Asher: Good to hear. How are you?
