“There isn’t any swelling. We’re hoping that it’s a concussion, but until she wakes, we won’t know,” she answers. “All her scans have come back normal, so it’s just a matter of when she wants to open her eyes at this point.”
Havoc is squatting down next to Sutton, and I can see she is barely keeping her eyes open. I’m sure today has taken a major toll on her and rest is what’s best for her right now.
“Sutton, why don’t you go home and get some sleep. Raegan won’t wake for a bit and you need rest,” Melissa says in her motherly tone. “We’re lucky the hospital is swamped tonight or your nurse and doctor would be raising hell that you’re not home already.”
She reluctantly nods and then kisses Raegan’s hand before leaning back in the chair.
Looking over at Dad and Melissa I say, “Why don’t y’all head out too? You’ve been here a while. I’ve got it for now.”
“You sure, son? We can stay with you for a while, if you want.”
“Raegan will want to see me,” Rocky speaks up, and it makes my heart hiccup with how much my family loves my woman. “We’re best friends and Sutton too.”
“I know, Bub, but they won’t let everyone stay the night. Get some rest and Melissa can bring you back first thing in the morning. Or maybe Sutton can swing by and bring you,” I tell him.
“I’d love to and maybe we can bring Raegan’s favorite breakfast to her,” Sutton offers pulling him up from the chair.
“Yeah, okay,” he agrees, and I give everyone a hug as they leave then fall into the chair Melissa was occupying so that I can see when someone comes in the room.
“You sure you don’t want one of us staying with you?” Dad asks as Havoc and Melissa hang back.
“Nah, I got it from here.” I reach over to where Dad has his hand covering Raegan’s. “Thank you for coming and staying with her. I knew she was in good hands when I left.”
His face softens and no other words pass between us, just a nod. Melissa walks over and hugs me one last time. She lets me know the quick work she did for Twitch and Reaper in one of the offices here before sending them back to the clubhouse before she helps wheel Dad out of the room with Havoc following behind them. I hear the click of the door and really give my woman a good assessment. Her hand is a lot warmer, and she has some pink on her cheeks. I watch as her eyes move back and forth under her eyelids. Her perfect lips are pressed together, but look a little dry.
“Oh, babe, please forgive me for this. I never wanted this to happen to you. I will move heaven and earth to make sure nothing like this ever happens again.” And I mean it too. Never do I want any harm to ever touch her in any way, shape, or form. “I hope this hasn’t scared you away from me. The club can be a lot to handle sometimes, but never has anything like this happened before under my watch. If I could, I would crawl over broken glass to make all your pain go away.” I kiss her hand over and over again hoping she can feel and hear the sincerity in my words. “I know this is all my fault, but…”
“Who the fuck are you? Get out of my way!” I hear a booming voice from over my shoulder and stand quickly on high alert as the door hits the wall with a bang. I see one of the prospects sprawled out on the hallway floor as people scatter from the activity.
A man storms in about my height, with dark brown hair, and glaring daggers through the slits in his eyes. He’s looking at me from head to toe and taking in my appearance, sizing me up. The man stalks into the room, but I put myself between him and Raegan.
“You did this! You put her here in that bed?” He steps closer, and I’m tempted to pull my Glock out, but think better of it for now.
“Who the fuck do you think you are coming in here?” I rage, ready for battle even though I’m tired as hell. Where the fuck is the other prospects? I’ve met my quota of killing for the evening but a few more won’t hurt if it keeps Raegan safe. The man steps closer to the bed, and I take a step towards him to stop his movement. He isn’t getting any closer to her bed.
“Who the fuck am I? I’m her fucking Dad, you asshole. Who the fuck are you?”
The noise must get some attention because the door reopens and the two prospects and a blonde woman walk in watching our standoff.
Shit! The Dad. This isn’t how I was hoping to meet him. Fuck! Did he hear everything that I said to her?
I place my hands up in surrender and take a step back from him to stand next to Raegan’s hand I was holding earlier. Nodding at the prospects, they leave without a word. The little blonde lady goes over to the other side of the bed and looks at my woman with tears in her eyes. Mr. Walker still hasn’t taken his threatening eyes off of me.
My throat is dry as the Sahara when I try clearing it. I force slow deep breathes to calm my heartrate.
“Mr. Walker, sir, I’m Kane Stonewall, Raegan’s boyfriend.” I put my hand out in a polite gesture. How else am I going to reverse the damage that is already done? “We spoke on the phone earlier.”
He stares at my hand and then back at my face and shakes his head. Throwing his hands in his hair, squeezes his eyes closed.
Shit, this can’t be good.
After a few moments, his stormy eyes are back on me. I stand tall not letting him try to intimidate me. He can judge all he wants, but it’s going to take an army to remove me if he dare mentions that I have to leave.
“Jesus Christ! She clearly expressed that you weren’t in a gang?” Mr. Walker exclaims more to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I’m not, sir,” I defend.
He waves his hand at my cut and gives a knowing look.
