Olivia
Seven years ago...
Iopened my eyes and whimpered. Pain sliced through my head as the light hit my face and I realized I was in a hospital bed.
“Sweetness,” Doc whispered, leaning over me. “Hey, I’m here.”
“What happened?”
I remember arriving at my office and setting my purse on the desk and then pain in my skull and blackness. I woke a few times, but I had a pillowcase over my head. I had also been zip tied to something, with no idea how long I’d been held, where I was, or who had taken me.
“Marvin Irvine kidnapped you.”
“It was Marvin?”
“Yeah.”
Marvin was one of my clients. I was a counselor and he had been going through a really nasty divorce and custody battle, but he seemed to be doing better. He’d been working hard, doing the homework, and meeting with me once a week.
I tried to sit up, but everything hurt. “I don’t understand.”
“Careful, sweetness,” Doc warned.
“Why, Tristan?”
“Let’s not worry about that right now, okay? You need to heal.”
I felt cramping in my abdomen and my hands automatically cradled our baby, but the slight bump that had been there days ago was suddenly gone. “Tris?” I rasped.
He pulled my hands away from my belly and leaned over me, cradling my arms to his chest. “Look at me, sweetness.”
I met his eyes and knew. I just knew our baby was gone. I shook my head, the sting of tears starting in the back of my throat. “No.”
“I’m sorry—”
“No!” I screamed. “No!”
He pulled me gently against his chest and held me as I sobbed against him until I had nothing left. So much nothing, in fact, I fell into a blissful oblivion after the pain overwhelmed me to the point of incoherence.
* * *
Doc
Olivia passed out afterI ordered a dose of sedatives and oxy. I couldn’t watch her fall apart anymore and if she kept up with her wracking sobs, she could damage her already broken ribs further.
I sat with her for about two hours before I let myself think about heading to the cafeteria for something to eat. Stepping out of her hospital room, I found two of my club brothers, and my old president, Grinder, pacing the hallway. Grinder, Alamo, and Doom made their way to me and I forced myself not to break down.
“How is she?” Doom asked.
“Asleep.”
“What do you need?” Alamo asked.
“No fuckin’ clue, brother,” I admitted. “She needs time to heal, but outside of that, I’m at a loss. I called her parents. They’re on their way.”
Alamo raised an eyebrow. “Does she know?”
I shook my head.
