“We’ve got to get out of here, boss,” Scars said.
“You fucked this up. You promised me these men would do the job. They left his brother alive, and they’re being killed.” Snitch grabbed the handlebars of his bike tightly.
“I gave the orders, and they fucked them up.” Scars argued his point. “We’ve got to come up with another plan. If we don’t get out of here we’re going to be on their list of fuckers to kill.”
Snitch kept his gaze on the scene at the warehouse. They’d been minutes late from getting Nash. All he’d wanted was for Nash to be alive. With the biker alive, and being both weak and close to Tiny, he’d have gotten information out of the bastard before killing him. Taking The Skulls down one by one had been a good plan. Settling his gaze on Tiny, he knew he’d have to be patient to get to the man he wanted. He was going to kill Tiny, claim the town, and finally have his revenge.
Wait, plan, and succeed.
“Sleep well, Tiny. You’re not going to be sleeping for long.” Gunning his bike, he pulled away without being seen.
****
Sophia lay in the hospital bed hearing the nurses and doctors around the room. Nash was in the emergency room being treated for his injuries whereas she was laid out on the bed waiting for the heroin to leave her system. When the doctor said she could be clear of the drugs, she’d never felt so happy in all of her life. The problem would come after the drugs were out of her system. They were keeping her in to monitor her reaction afterwards. She’d been terrified by the consequences of the drugs inside her and knowing they could still have an effect, terrified her more. All she could do was wait.
She was also in the bed for a concussion and several cracked ribs. The crash in the truck had caused her far more damage than the drugs. The doctor hadn’t liked the damage he’d seen and sent her for x-rays along with blood tests. Staring at the blank white wall, Sophia wished someone would give her an update on what was happening.
A feminine voice cleared its throat. Looking up, Sophia saw Tate sat in a wheelchair in the doorway. The other woman was wearing a hospital gown.
“Murphy told me what happened. He’s gone to get an update, and I thought I’d check on you.” Tate wheeled into the hospital room.
“Are you all right?”
“Considering I was run down by a maniac, I’m all right,” Tate said, stroking her stomach. “I’m relieved. My little baby is doing okay. How are you?”
“I’m handling it.” Sophia sat up, reaching out to take her hand.
“They’re keeping me for observation.” Tate tightened her hold.
“I’m sorry about everything that has happened to you.”
Tears welled in Tate’s eyes. “It’s a risk you take by being with them. Murphy can’t stand the idea of anything bad happening to me. He’s just going to have to get used to the fact I’m not going anywhere. I love him, and I’m not leaving him. I’m his old lady, but he’s my old man.”
She listened to Tate talk. It was nice listening to another woman talk for a change. She’d been alone with bikers for such a long time she’d started to forget what female company felt like.
“Are you going to tell me what went down tonight?”
Sophia bit her lip. Watching Nash kill all three men hadn’t bothered her, and she didn’t know if that was what upset her or not. She told Tate everything how he killed the drug dealer with his own drugs and cut off Willy’s dick and fed it to him. With Gill, he smashed his face in. She wasn’t afraid of Nash. He’d protected her when she needed it. Her love was not wavering. She still wanted to be in his life without any worry.
Murphy cleared his throat alerting them to his presence. “Nash is causing a fuss wanting to see you. The doctors and nurses won’t let him here until he takes their tests. He was in the accident as well.” He handed Tate some tea.
She watched Murphy stroke Tate’s cheek and then caress her shoulder. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
“I’m good, baby. Nothing is going to keep me down. I’m here for the long run. I’ve got a feeling little baby bump is, too.” Tate covered his hand, smiling.
“We’ll get through this.”
“When you see Nash, tell him I’m waiting for him when he can come up,” Sophia said. Murphy nodded, and after ten minutes he pulled Tate from the room, moving her away. She watched the other woman go.
Alone once again, she lay back waiting for her man to come. The sound of another man clearing his throat alerted her to being watched. She glanced at the door to see Zero leaning against the doorframe.