“I’m part of a motorcycle club, sir,” I firmly state.
He rolls his eyes and turns back to the bed, and I watch a shiver run through him.
“Yeah, okay fine. We’ve got it from here, see yourself out, and ask for a doctor to come in.” He dismisses me and walks over to the woman now holding Raegan’s hand, rubbing her arm, careful not to touch her wounds.
“With all due respect, sir, I’m not going anywhere until Raegan tells me to.” I grab her other hand and square my body towards him.
I’ll be damned if anyone, including her father, tries to come between us.
“Roger, stop this. All this bickering probably isn’t good for Raegan. I’ve talked with Raegan several times about this young man, and she would kick your behind if she knew you’re acting like this,” she speaks up for me. I think she and I are going to be great friends. I make a mental note to have Melissa meet her and let them get better acquainted.
Ian chooses this moment to appear, and I never thought I’d say this, but I couldn’t be happier to see his fucking face.
“Mr. Walker, it’s wonderful to finally put a face with all the stories I’ve heard Raegan talk about.” Okay, maybe I’m not that happy at all he’s here, the little kiss-ass. “I’m Dr. Ian Hastings and I was the one who performed the surgery on Raegan. We’re also really close friends.” Close friends, my ass! They’ve hung out maybe a handful of times, but no way are they that close. I roll my eyes when Ian smirks over at me. I start to list off all the reasons in my head how it’d be a terrible idea if I put him in the empty bed in the next room.
The next ten minutes Ian goes over everything that Melissa already told me about Raegan. Mr. and Mrs. Walker listen intently and ask a million questions as he talks about recovery, and I cringe at the thought of them taking her back to Seattle when she’s released. I wouldn’t blame them if they tried to push for that, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t try to make my case for her to stay with me.
Ian leaves letting us know that Raegan will wake once she’s ready, but resting is what’s best for her recovery right now. The silence that follows when he closes the door signals that we are once again left alone in the sterile room with only the sound of beeping from the machines filling the tense air.
“What did you say your last name was?” Mr. Walker breaks the silence after we take a seat on opposite sides of her bed.
Clearing my throat, “Stonewall, sir.”
“You don’t hear that name often. I knew a Stonewall once many years ago, an old military buddy of mine, but he wasn’t from around here. Any relation to a Phillip Stonewall?”
Maybe the tides have turned in my favor?
“My father is Phillip Stonewall, sir.”
Mrs. Walker stands and stretches for a second. She gives him a look and a cough.
“I’m going down to the cafeteria for some coffee, would either of you like some?” she asks.
“Please, Mrs. Walker,” I answer. “Black.”
“Call me Claire, honey.”
She nods and gets Mr. Walker’s order then nudges his shoulder before leaving. Once the door clicks, Mr. Walker is on me again.
“I want to know every detail of how she ended up here.” He points his finger at me.
This is going to be difficult. All of this is club business, and we don’t talk about club business to anyone who isn’t wearing a cut, only who we vote on knowing our business.
Think, Kane, think!
“Havoc got a call…”
“Who?”
“Sorry, Beckett got a call from Sutton?—"
“Wait! Beckett? As in Beckett Roberts, Raegan’s old boyfriend. That Beckett?” I hate that he reminds me that they were together.
“The same.”
“Thought she was done with him when she moved to Seattle,” he says.
“Umm, yeah, they’re only friends.”
