Stitch: Satan's Fury MC(26)

At first the room looked empty. The bottle of bourbon was resting on the table next to the bed, and the TV was blaring with some old war movie. After checking the bathroom, I was about to go back outside when I finally saw him. Wyatt was crouched down in the corner, partly hidden by the window drapes, and he was cautiously cradling his arm in his lap. My gut twisted into knots when I caught sight of the swelling and bruising forming on his obviously broken wrist. I couldn’t take it. Seeing him look so damn scared, all balled up in that corner took me right back to that godforsaken barn. All the hell I’d been through came rushing back to me, and I wanted to scream for it to stop. I didn’t want to remember, didn’t want to think about how I’d spent night after night terrified out there in that fucking barn. I loathed that feeling of being weak and scared and so fucking alone. I wanted those feelings gone, to stay forgotten. But there sat Wyatt, feeling exactly the same way I’d felt all those years ago. Rage coursed through my veins, and I had to fight the urge to slam my fist through the wall. I took a deep breath trying to push back the anger, knowing the last thing I needed to do was scare him even more. He didn’t even notice me standing there as he stared down at his arm.

“Wyatt?” I called out to him.

His head quickly lifted, exposing more cuts and bruises on his face, and when his eyes met mine, tears began to roll down his cheeks. “Stitch! You came! I knew you’d come,” he cried.

He tried to stand, but grimaced with pain when his arm shifted to the side. Before he had a chance to try again, I rushed over to him and picked him up off the floor, carefully sitting him down on the bed next to me. I glanced down at his arm and asked, “Your dad do that to you?”

“Yeah… it hurts,” he cried. “I tried to get away from him so I could get back to Momma. But, he grabbed me and held on real tight. I think he broke it,” Wyatt whimpered. “I want my momma.”

When he mentioned Wren, my gut twisted with worry. “Do you know where your momma is, Wyatt?”

“N-no,” his voice trembled as the tears continued to pool in his eyes. “I’m scared something happened to her, Griffin. What if my daddy hurt her?”

“She’s going to be fine. I’m going to make sure of it,” I promised. Fuck. If she wasn’t with them, then where the hell was she? There was only one person that knew, and he was outside with Maverick. Before I could get my hands on Michael, I needed to get Wyatt to the hospital. “I want you to wait here for just a minute. I’m going to see what we can do about your arm. Okay?”

“No!” he cried. “Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m not leaving you. I’ll stay right here in the room, okay? I’ll stand at the doorway… it won’t take long,” I told him.

“Okay,” he agreed.

I was so torn. I knew Wren was out there, needing me to find her, but I couldn’t leave Wyatt, not when he was hurt like this. I knew better than anyone how scared he must be, and I wasn’t going to leave him until he was ready for me to go. In the meantime, I had to trust that my brothers would be able to find Wren and that they’d protect her until I was able to get there.

I stuck my head outside the door, looking for Gonzalez and found Maverick standing there with Michael’s face crammed against the side of the building. He had a childlike smile on his face as he held Michael’s arm firmly behind his back, obviously enjoying himself. I nodded in approval, then motioned over to Gonzalez to come to the doorway. When he approached me, I asked, “Got a hospital in this town? The kid has a broken wrist that needs to be tended to.”

He let out a breath of smoke from his cigarette and nodded. “Yeah. Got a surgeon we use from time to time over at the county hospital. She’ll let us bring him in without asking a bunch of questions. I’ll call one of my boys to bring a cage over,” he offered.

“Good. Thanks, brother,” I told him.

Maverick looked over to me and asked, “Did you find out anything about Wren?”

“Not yet. Wyatt doesn’t know where she is,” I growled, glaring over at Michael.

“Tell ya what… we’ll take care of the kid, while you tend to his dad,” Gonzalez smirked.

“You’re wasting your time. I don’t know where that bitch is!” Michael panted. “And Wyatt’s fine… not a damn thing wrong with him. He’s just a pansy assed little shit,” Michael shouted as he tried to pull himself free from Maverick. Grabbing a fistful of Michael’s hair, Maverick pulled his head back and slammed it into the brick wall.

Noticing the blood dripping from Michael’s nose, I told Maverick, “Take him around back. I don’t want Wyatt to see anything.” I looked over to Q’ and said, “I’m gonna need you to go with us to take Wyatt to the hospital. I want someone I can trust to be there with him after I leave.”

“Not a problem,” Q’ assured me.

“That kid in there means something to me, brother.”

“Understood.”

Once Maverick and Michael disappeared around the back of the building, I went back over to Wyatt and knelt down in front of him. His eyes grew as big a saucers when I said, “My friend Gonzalez is going to take us to the hospital so we can get your arm looked at. Once we know everything’s going to be okay with your arm, I’m going to go find your momma.

“Do you know where she is?” he whispered.

“No buddy. I don’t, but I’m going to find out.”

“What about my dad? Do you think he knows where she is?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think he might, so I need to go talk to him for a little while.”

“My dad isn’t very nice.”

“Already know that Wyatt. It’ll be fine. Let’s get that arm taken care of.”

“You think I’ll get a cast?” Wyatt asked. I thought he was nervous about getting a cast until he smiled and said, “I’ve always wanted one. Maybe I can get a blue one like Thomas had last month when he broke his elbow.”

“Yeah. I figure you’ll get yourself a pretty cool cast out of the deal. And when you’re all fixed up and the doc’s finished, Q’ will take you back to the clubhouse.”

“I’ve got my bag packed. It’s in the trunk of Dad’s car,” he explained.

“I’ll take care of it,” I told him. A car horn blew outside, letting me know that Wyatt’s ride had arrived. “They’re here. You ready to go?”

“I’m ready,” he answered. He slowly stood up and walked over to me, carefully wrapping his good arm around my waist as he gave me a light hug. “Thank you for coming for me, Stitch.”

Never realized how much a simple hug could mean to me. Having him there in my arms and knowing that he was going to be okay, healed a part of me that I didn’t even know was broken. Without thinking, I leaned down and kissed him lightly on top of his head. After a few seconds, I knelt down and lifted him into my arms, carefully carrying him out to the car.

Once I had him settled in next to Q’, I headed over to my bike and followed them to the hospital. Thankfully, the doctor was waiting at the backdoor for us when we pulled up. As soon as she saw his wrist, she had him rushed to x-ray. When they returned, she let us know that his wrist was broken, but it was a clean break. She wouldn’t have to set his arm, and he’d only need to wear a cast. Relief washed over me when I realized he was going to be okay.

I turned to him and said, “Looks like you’re going to get that cool blue cast after all.” Then, I cleared my throat and said, “Wyatt, I’m gonna need you to do me a favor.”

“What kind of favor?”

“I need to get going now. I need you to hang here with Q’ while the doctor finishes fixing you up so I can go see about your momma. Can you do that for me?” I asked.

“Yeah, it’s alright. I like Q’,” he answered. Just before I turned to leave, Wyatt called out to me, “Griffin?”

“Yeah, buddy?”

“Please find my momma,” he pleaded.

“I’ll find her. Don’t worry,” I assured him. So much time had gone by, and I was beginning to worry that I might be too late. The thought of losing Wren tore at my heart in a way that I couldn’t comprehend. In such a short time, I’d come to feel things for her that I didn’t even know was possible for a man like me. I wanted her… needed her… loved her.

I looked over to Q’ and said, “Call me as soon as you get done.”

“You got it,” he answered, smiling down at Wyatt.

I rushed back to the hotel, and when I walked back into the room, Michael was sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands bound behind his back. Maverick gave me a disgruntled look and said, “He isn’t talking.”

“He will,” I told him, slamming the door behind me. I placed a crowbar on the table, and Michael’s eyes grew wide as he stared at it. I took a step forward, crowding him as I roared, “Where is she?”

“Already told you. I don’t know where that stupid bitch is,” he grumbled. “I went to the house and got my son. As soon as I had him, I left.”