Beautiful Outlaw(90)
“Don’t worry about that now, Shay. Bowie will take care of it, don’t worry. Just forget that it ever happened.”
How can I not worry about killing someone? Is there any way to forget something like that? Not wanting to think of it anymore, I ask another question. “Did he kill Marcus?”
I know the answer before I even ask. Still, I need to hear him say it. Part of me wants him to say yes, but another doesn’t want Bowie taking a life for me. Still, I know as long as Marcus walks this earth, I will be in danger.
Tin’s eyes flash, letting me know he doesn’t want to tell me. “That’s something you need to talk to Bowie about, sister.”
“But,” I start but shut my mouth when the door opens and an older man in a white coat walks in.
“Glad to see you’re awake.” He smiles at me but his face grows cold when he looks at Tin.
Tin lowers his mouth to my ear and whispers, “You fell down the stairs.”
I nod letting him know I understand. “I just woke up.”
The doctor looks at me, taking in my face that I can only assume is covered in bruises. “Can you tell me exactly what happened to you?”
“I don’t remember much, just falling down the stairs. I’m not really sure what happened; I must have lost my footing,” I lie, hoping he won’t ask many questions.
His eyes jerk to Tin then back to me. “Would you like to talk to me alone?”
I can feel Tin’s body tighten in anger, obviously angry this man thinks he would hurt me. Trying to pretend I didn’t understand his meaning I say, “No, that’s okay.”
“Are you sure? We need to discuss your injuries; you may want your privacy.”
“You can talk in front of Justin,” I reply, purposefully using Tin-Man’s full name.
The doctor takes a second to look between Tin and I, before nodding his head. “You suffered a mild concussion during the fall. You also have three broken ribs. Luckily, the breaks are clean and should fuse together with time.”
Remembering the blood that filled my mouth time and time again, I know that the doctor needs to know in case there is something they didn’t find. Not sure of what all Tin told him, I have to be careful not to say too much. “Is there a reason I’m tasting blood?”
The doctor shakes his head. “You have some bruising on your lungs. It’s not severe, but it can cause a little bleeding.”
“Are you sure that’s it?” I ask wondering how a bruise could cause so much blood.
The doctors merely nods and goes on. “Yes, we had X-rays and MRI’s done and no further damage was done. Still the broken ribs and bruising will cause you a lot of pain; I am going to keep you for the night.”
After a few more questions, the doctor finally leaves the room.
“Well, he’s a prick,” Tin says as soon as the door shuts.
I let out a laugh, causing pain to shoot through me. “Don’t make me laugh.”
As the pain works its way through my body, I remember what caused it and suddenly remember about Red. I instantly turn to look at Tin. “I need to talk to Bowie.”
Crazy As Hell
Bowie
My phone rings, just as Locks sends his fist into Marcus’ face again. Pulling it from my pocket, I see Tin’s name flash across the screen. Instead of saying hello, I ask about my woman. “How is she?”
“She wants to talk to you herself, so I guess she’s doing pretty damn good.”
“Give her the phone,” I order as I head for the stairs, not wanting her to hear Lock question Marcus.
I hear the phone move then she’s there, calling out to me. “Bowie.”
Just hearing her voice sends a wave a relief through my body. I stop at the top of the stairs and lean my forehead against the wall. “Fuck, baby. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, just a little beat up.”
Visions of her battered body float through my mind. “You were damn near beat to death. Why the hell didn’t you call for help?”
“I did,” She whispers. “I called my dad.”
“You should’ve called the fuckin’ cops,” I growl out, knowing I shouldn’t be bitchin’ at her but just can’t stop myself.
“I couldn’t do that; I didn’t know what was in the crates.”
My mind goes to all the guns I have stored in the safe room. If the cops went in there, I would’ve spent the rest of my life in prison. “You still should’ve called.”
Her voice is weak, when she responds. “I didn’t want you to be in trouble.”
“Fuck, baby,” I say as I step back and send my fist flying into the wall. “You shouldn’t have worried about me.”