“There’s nothing we can do.”
“There is. Keep me posted, and I’ll be there when I can.”
Saying his goodbyes he walked back into the hospital. While he’d been on the phone, Curse, Death, Spider, Slash, Butler, and Pussy were waiting. Several of the guys would stay behind at the clubhouse to protect their shit. Mia, Sasha, and Brianna were also waiting. None of the club whores were present as they weren’t allowed in club business.
Dick finished giving them an update, taking a coffee to him once he was done.
“You’re offering me a coffee?”
“We were here first. They can get their own fucking coffee.” Dick blew across the surface.
“What is it?”
“Wishing it was something a lot fucking stronger.”
“If you loved the drink and drugs so much, why quit?”
“And leave the club? Believe it or not, Snake, I happen to love this fucking club. I loved it way more than any drink or drugs.”
Snake shrugged. There wasn’t anything else he liked more than the club. He kept his gaze on the door where Jessica had disappeared. His whole life he’d been used to women obsessing over him. This was new for him. He’d never obsessed about another woman or taken the time to get to know her.
What was it about the raven haired nurse that had gotten under his skin?
****
“We’ll monitor her and try to keep her BP under control. Poor girl,” Dr. John Milford said.
Jessica nodded. “They brought her in just in time.”
“That they did.” John turned toward her, smiling. “Shouldn’t you have left?”
“I was leaving as they came. Well, there’s nothing you can do now. Go ahead.” He squeezed her arm before running his hand up and down. “Go and rest. I’ll take care of her.
“Okay. I’m out. I’ll update the family.”
“They’re bikers, Jessica. Not family.”
“If you want a riot on your hands, you’re going the right way about it. They’ll cause some problems if you treat them like anything other than family.”
“How do you know them?” he asked.
“I don’t. I’ve heard about them, same as everyone else.”
“You’ll do good to steer clear of them.”
Jessica hated being told what to do, especially by someone who was stereotyping the whole biker image. “I’ll do what I think is necessary. Good night.” She walked away before she did something she’d regret later. Milford was an asshole of the highest order. A great doctor but an asshole. He believed the nurses were his personal harem, and unfortunately several nurses had fallen for his charm. Jessica saw through him. She saw through all of his charm and bullshit, just like she’d seen through Snake’s. The biggest problem was that kiss. Of all the things she anticipated from Snake it wasn’t a flyby kiss on Christmas Eve. It had confused her. Lydia, her friend, didn’t have the first clue about him being a man whore in the beginning. If she did, she was pretending that she didn’t know. Her friend was a little strange when it came to relationships. There were two reasons that kept Jessica well away from Snake. Her first reason was her loyalty to her friend. Lydia was her friend and still had a thing for Snake. The second reason? She couldn’t trust him. He was surrounded by pussy, and she’d never been the kind of woman to go hunting for pain.
Even to this day Lydia thought Snake was going to call her back. Snake was not the kind to call or to be nice. He was an asshole to the core just like Milford.
She made her way out toward the main reception, and as she stood at the door that separated her from the group, she took in the worried sight. They were a rough and tough biker club, but their love for the girl upstairs was clear to see to anyone.
Taking a deep breath, she walked toward them. Snake spotted her first, and he stood up. She was surprised to see he still held onto her bag and helmet.
“Hello,” she said to all of them. She didn’t look at Snake, didn’t want to.
“What’s the news?”
She didn’t know who asked the question. Snake had gotten close to her, almost touching her shoulder he was so close.
“Judi’s stable at the moment. We’re keeping her monitored, and she’s doing okay. I’m not going to lie, it could go bad, but we’re here to make sure nothing bad happens.”
They all thanked her, and she turned to Snake. “Can I have my helmet and bag?”
“I’ll follow you out.”
Jessica wasn’t in the mood to argue. It was past two in the morning, and all she wanted to do was go home and go to bed. The moment they left the hospital she was hit by the cold late January air. She quickly pulled her jacket around her, trying to fight off the sudden chill.