Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
He closed his eyes remembering the pain of the past. “I know, honey. I’ll come and see you soon.”
“You don’t have to come. You didn’t last year or the year before that.”
“I’ve got new commitments here. I’ll get away from here and try and get up there,” he said.
“Lucas, you sound … distracted.”
“I’ve got shit going on down here. In fact I better be going. Take care, Prue. I’ll talk to you soon.”
Before she said anything else, he hung up the phone. Tears sprang in his eyes at the memory of what Prue created. Fuck, he was turning into an emotional bastard. Talking to Prue wasn’t supposed to make him feel like this.
Wiping the tears away from his eyes, he walked back into the clubhouse. Being around Sophia made him forget about his pain and what he’d done.
He stood behind the bar and watched Sophia with her daughter. She was untouchable to him. There was no way for him to get to her, and because of that, they were both safe.
Chapter Six
Kelsey was safe, alive, and fucking breathing. Wiping a hand down his face, Killer stood up stretching out his tight muscles. Sandy was talking with Michael about her care while they were being kept in the dark. He hated the bastard for what he was doing. From the look of Sandy’s waving arms she disagreed with him.
She stormed away going straight toward them.
“How is she?” he asked, tensing to hear the bad news.
“She’s sleeping at the moment, peacefully I hope.” Sandy ran fingers through her hair. “This is all a fucking nightmare, Killer. She pulled through, but I don’t think she’s stable at the moment.”
“Is she awake?”
Sandy shook her head. “No, she’s not awake. She’s sleeping. The doctor put her under. She’ll be asleep for a few hours yet.”
Michael walked over. “I told you not to say anything.” He folded his arms, glaring at her.
“My loyalty is to The Skulls. You want to get me fired, go ahead. I never really liked working here anyway,” Sandy said, glaring behind her at Michael. Killer had a lot of respect for the woman before him.
“You’re not seeing her. I don’t care what you meant to each other. I don’t want you near my woman.”
Moving Sandy out of the way Killer glared at his competition. “You really think you can keep me away?”
“I’m her next of fucking kin. Kelsey is my responsibility. Not yours.”
Taking a step closer, Killer felt all of his rage build up. He’d love to take a swipe at the man in front of him. “You want to take this outside, then let’s fucking take it.” Killer would deal with the bastard like he’d dealt with all of his other enemies in the past.
Michael smirked. “You bikers, you’re all the same. You have no respect for the law. I don’t see what she does.”
“Kelsey never spoke of you,” Tate said. “You think you can keep us away you’ve got another think coming.”
For the first time since knowing Tate, Killer was happy to have her at his side. She was a persistent one who eventually got her way.
“Until then none of you are going to see Kelsey. She’s not your responsibility. I’ll let her know she’s loved.” Michael turned away about to leave them.
All of his rage coming to the fore, Killer lashed out. He had enough of pompous men telling him what he could and could not have. His love for Kelsey was absolute.
Reaching out, he grabbed Michael’s arm landing the first blow to his face. “You want to fuck with me, fine. Don’t bring Kelsey into this.”
The next blow Michael blocked. The nurses started shouting, and Tate yelled along with them. Before long they were being pulled out of the waiting room and thrown outside. The security guard glared at both of them. “I don’t give a fuck what your problems are. This is my hospital, and you’ll treat it with respect.”
The guard turned away to stop them entering.
“You can’t keep me out,” Michael said. “My wife is in there.”
“Until you settle your problems I’m not letting anyone enter this door. Every part of our hospital is precious. I’m not having you cost us more money.”
Wiping the blood from his lip Killer stared at Michael.
“What is your fucking problem?” Killer asked. “I don’t know you, and yet you’re here pretty much pissing on Kelsey. She just tried to kill herself, and you want to keep me away from her.”
“She’s my wife. I have a right to care about her and her health.”
Killer couldn’t argue with him. There was so much he didn’t know about Kelsey. Shaking his head, Killer turned away giving the other man his back. He wished he could go back to when Kelsey was in his arms. They’d never gotten naked together, but the heavy petting had been more than enough for him. Her sweetness caught and held him all the time they were together.