"Prez."
"I've called the clubhouse. One of the guys will come collect the car to take to the police lot tonight. We need to go," he tells me as he heads over to his bike. I reach him just as he swings his leg over.
"Prez, I'm not sure the car should go—"
"It's not." He lowers his voice so nobody else can hear. "It won’t make it there, trust me. The boys are also gonna pick up the bikes. Now let’s go."
He doesn’t wait for me to respond or even get on my bike. He just pulls his throttle and takes off, leaving me stood there in his dust. Dick.
Chapter Nine
We've been at the hospital for six hours. The kid has been seen by a doc and is now asleep.
They weren't gonna tell us anything, said that we weren't family, even though we argued that Wrath came in with him and the kid was stuck to him like glue. Took us a while, but we finally managed to convince them that we were family, that we were all his uncles. It helped that the kid agreed with us and that he called Wrath ‘Uncle Tyler’.
I'm sat in the chair by the kid’s bed, my feet resting on the bottom corner as he sleeps tucked into Wrath’s side. Wrath has his arms wrapped around the kid; his eyes closed, but he isn’t asleep. He may look peaceful, but I know he's churned up on the inside. This is the first time he’s spent a night away from Marissa since she was taken.
"Brother," I whisper.
He opens one eye, giving me a look before closing it again. "Hmm?" he hums at me.
"Head home, I'll stay with the kid."
He shakes his head. "Nah, I'm good."
I'm surprised by his response, I really thought he would want to go home to his girl. "You s—" I don't get to finish what I was about to ask, as Marissa quietly sneaks through the door and makes her way over to her man.
I watch him as he watches her approach. The way he smiles at her, watches her every move. The man really is in love. She gently kisses him then takes a step back to take a seat, but he grabs her and shakes his head. He tries to pull her onto the bed, but she pulls back.
"No. I'm a stranger, it might scare him. I'll sit right here," she whispers to him.
"No, baby, you need a bed, you can’t sleep in that chair, please."
"Wrath, baby, I'm good, don't worry. Now let’s not disturb him." She quietly places the chair next to the bed and takes a seat, leaning back and watching her man cradle a complete stranger.
The smell of coffee wakes me. Opening my eyes, I see Nitro holding a cup in front of my face. "Thanks," I croak, taking the drink from him.
"Where's Nova?" a small, scared, tired voice asks.
I open my eyes, pulling myself up on the chair. I don't know how long I've been asleep, but I do know my back is fucking killing me.
"Hey, buddy." Nitro walks slowly over to the bed, and I look around wondering where Wrath is. Clearly so is the kid. "Where's Tyler?" he asks.
Nitro sits on the edge of the bed, reaching out a hand to place on the kid’s good arm, but he quickly shuffles back up the bed and Nitro pulls his hand away.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, Mason. You can trust us. Tyler went home with his girl a few hours ago. He'll be back later. I'm Kai, or Nitro, and this loser"—he points over to me and Mason smiles—"is Max, also known as Ice. Can you tell us what happened to your arm?"
The kid’s eyes dart back and forth between us. He doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know if he should tell us anything. We already know that the broken arm isn't from the crash.
We initially thought it might have something to do with the girl, but when the Doc came and found us last night, we realised that she had been through some pretty traumatic shit herself. Someone has been hurting these two, and we wanna know who.
I also wanna know why she thought it was a good idea to drive in her state, she could have fucking killed them both.
"Mason." Prez tries again. "Will you tell us what happened?"
He shakes his head, dropping it so he can't see us. I take a drink of the coffee and almost spit it out, it’s fucking vile. Who drinks this shit?
I get up from the chair and walk over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge. I place my shitty coffee on the bedside table then turn back to the kid. "Hey. So, we know that you didn't get your broken arm from the crash. Would you wanna tell us how you got it?"
