"Oh." He turns to look at VP, shrinking a little as he steps forward. "Well, the doctors said that they were okay before they took off. But I was wondering if they said anything to you guys?" He looks between Nitro and Wrath. I've not said anything to him, he doesn't see me as threat, that’s his mistake though. He'll learn that I'm his biggest threat.
"No. The girl was unconscious when we pulled her from the car, and the little boy was only worried about her, he just kept asking if she was okay, " Nitro states, holding in his anger.
"Hmm." The fucker hums, pretending he's thinking. "I heard that you guys were in and out of there for a couple of days."
"Yeah," Nitro states, not giving anything else away.
"Well, did you see them or talk to them?" he asks. He's starting to get a little frustrated.
"No. We pulled them from the car, went to the hospital, heard they were doing okay, then left. One of our brothers is a doctor there, we're often in and out of there visiting him," Nitro tells him.
"I just want the kids home safe. Are you sure don’t know where they are? Just think, they might have said something about where they were going when you were there," he asks, desperation filling his voice.
"Like my Prez said," Wrath snaps. "The girl was pulled out unconscious and the little boy wouldn’t talk to us, he was only worried about the girl. We asked how they were when we are at the hospital, but we never saw them again."
"Okay, right, thank you." He starts for the main door but stops just before he gets there. "If you do happen to hear where the kids are, please call me. I really need them back." He takes a couple of steps toward the counter and places a card on it and then leaves, without looking back.
We stand and watch him get into his car, then peel out of the car park.
"Well, he was a piece of work," Blades casually states.
"Ice." Nitro calls my name and I turn to face him. "Are you okay?"
I blow out a breath and nod. "Yes, Prez, but I'm not gonna lie, I really wanted to smash his face in."
"That makes all of us. I promise you that you will get that chance," he tells me, stepping up to me and placing his hands on my arms. "Nova and Mason will be rid of that fucker one day," he says.
Chapter Forty-Three
I couldn’t get back to sleep after Ice left, it felt strange just lying in his bed without him, so I got up with the intention of heading to my room for a quick shower and to get changed, and then I figured I'd go find Mason. But when I climbed out of bed, I was mortified to see the sheets covered in blood. Blood that had also since dried on my legs.
I had quickly thrown on my clothes, but I didn't know what to do with the sheets. I spent ten minutes in his room, crying as I tried to figure it out, I was so embarrassed. Once I'd managed to calm down, I stripped his bed and then raced to the laundry room, throwing his sheets in the machine, hoping that it would come out.
It wasn't until I was finally in the shower that I realised I was a little sore down there. It wasn't anything I couldn't handle, but I did wonder if it would hurt the second time I had sex. I would like to think that was going to be with Ice, but I know these guys don't really settle down, so I'm not expecting anything. If I don't expect anything then I won't be disappointed when it doesn't happen.
I'd wandered around the clubhouse for a little after my shower. I’d found Mason in a big cinema room with Georgia, but as I'd sat next to them, chatting for twenty minutes, I realised that I really wanted to be somewhere else. Making sure Mason was okay and that Georgia didn’t mind me leaving him with her, I had wandered off.
I sit in front of the now shiny black Grand Piano; someone has dusted it since the last time I was here. My mind wanders back to last night and how Ice made me feel, how gentle and caring he was. I smile when I remember how he kept checking on me.
I place my fingers on the keys, and without thinking they begin to playFür Eliseby Beethoven. I let the music take over, my fingers dancing across the keys as I get lost in the melody that was created by Beethoven to impress a woman. I let the sound wash over me, the notes giving me a sense of calm.
As my fingers tap out the last notes, I'm startled when I hear people clapping.My cheeks flush as I turn to see Ice, Nitro and Wrath, along with several of the other men, watching me.
I quickly push up from the stool. "I'm so sorry, I just saw the piano and thought I'd play, I hope that’s okay, I didn't mean to overstep," I rush out, not really sure why I'm worried.
"Sweetheart, please don't apologise. I think that’s the first time that thing has ever been touched, I didn't even know it was in tune," Nitro tells me. "You're amazing. What was that you were playing?" he continues as he walks over to me and leans on the side of the piano.
I glance over at Ice and his brothers, all stood near the entrance, before looking back to Nitro. "Erm, it's music by Beethoven," I tell him, suddenly feeling a little shy.
He raises his eyebrow, and I think he is about to say something but Mason races toward me. "Nova," he cries out, and I turn to see a grin on his face. "You're playing the piano again," he states, racing at me and almost knocking me over as he wraps his arms around me. "I haven’t seen you do it for ages."
I pull him into a hug. I can't even believe that he remembers me playing piano, he would have only been about four the last time I played. "Mase, you remember me playing?" I ask him. He smiles up at me and nods.
"Yes, with Mum," he tells me. "Riley showed me a video too."
I let out a small sigh as he lets go of me and climbs onto the stool. After our parents were killed, our uncle tried to throw out a lot of the videos that our parents had recorded of us over the years, but I saved them and took them to Riley’s for her to keep safe for me.
Movement catches my eye, and I look up to see Ice stride toward me. I give a small smile, not really sure how I'm meant to act around him now. But the moment he reaches me, he pulls me to him, grabbing the back of my head and lowering his head to place a small kiss on my forehead. I feel myself heat with embarrassment as everyone watches us.
