“No, I mean, love me as in… you’re in love with me. You love me as more than a friend.”
She nodded. “I feel like we’ve said it, but maybe I didn’t realise just how much I meant it until now. I thought they’d taken you away from me, and I didn’t want to live in a world you’re not in. You’re the light I need to survive.”
“That’s what you are for me, so can you get your sweet ass back over here and look after me? I’m wounded!”
She giggled, letting me drag her closer, and that’s when I reached out with the other arm, the one now being tugged viciously at by all the shit attached to it, but I wanted to cup her face and hold her here to tell her this.
“You’re the love of my fucking life, Glory. It was always you, and will always be you. I’m never letting you go. You get that, right? This is us. No more pussyfooting around. We’re each other’s forever, and where you go, I go.”
She nodded, her hand settling warmly over mine as she stepped as close as possible.
“Forever.”
A sound by the door had me glaring around her, because who’d interrupt this fucking moment for us? There had never been a more important moment than this one.
“Sorry, I get that the timing’s bad, but Glory…did you make a fucking phone call?”
A sudden flash of guilt across her sweet features told me that was a big yes, and she pulled away from me, smoothing her hands over her face, to try and hide the evidence of her sorrow.
I pointed directly at Micro, ignoring the frustrated look on his face.
“Don’t talk to her like that.”
Glory pressed her lips together, looking from him to me, and back again.
“Did they show up?”
“What do you think? Any opportunity to get all up in our business, right?”
Oh no.I had a suspicion I knew exactly what she’d done, and no wonder Micro was pissed. We didn’t want their involvement in anything else, not when they seemed to be keeping a damn list.
“Glory, you didn’t?”
She shrugged helplessly. “I was upset. I was freaking out, and I knew she’d send help. I mean, you want to take these bastards down, right?”
“Yes,” Micro gritted out, “but we didn’t need their fucking help too. Why don’t you come and help us get rid of them.”
I opened my mouth, but I knew I couldn’t do anything right now, not unless I climbed out of this damn bed, and, actually, yeah, I could get out of this damn bed. I grabbed the blankets and threw them away from me, trying to shuffle down the bed to get out.
“Stop! What are you doing?!”
“Going to back up my girl.”
“Idiot.” Glory started shoving me back on the bed, and Micro groaned.
“Can you guys get it on later? I need to go and see these dickheads off.” He left the room, and I tried again to get out of the bed. Truthfully, the movement was reminding me of every cut and bruise, and the swelling, and that wound in my back which was apparently small, but hurt like a bitch.
“No! You need to rest!” That damn nurse had returned, or been sent for me, and between her and Glory, I had no choice but to lay back down, and have more painkillers. The fucking things were so strong that I was starting to feel woozy.
“Love… you… swee-hear…”
Glory
Imade a mistake,and I knew it, but it’d seemed logical at the time. I knew tough people who could help the club out, people who knew them, and had helped before. Now it seemed like the dumbest thing I’d done, so I headed back out into the waiting room, to a group of leather clad bikers glaring at the two big guys standing there.
“Hello, Glory, love. Me and Tone are here to help.” The one with the buzz cut hair said, slapping his friend on the back in a way I’d seen many of these people do to each other. Abuse seemed to be their love language when it came to other men.
“I shouldn’t have phoned Lenore,” I said straight away, “I wasn’t sure how bad it was, and I was scared.”
