Page 112 of Mensa's Match

Mensa dipped his chin. “There wasn’t a damned thing I could do to keep that asswipe from shooting her. Not without having three or more Corrupt Chrome members shoot at her instead.”

“He’s right. Two other members had guns out when she took off, and there were two others at the edge of their clubhouse,” Roman said from behind Mensa.

“Rod’s known for demanding he gets the first shot,” Cynic muttered from Mensa’s other side.

“Christ, is your whole club here?” Wyatt asked.

Mensa looked over his shoulder to see Roman, Finn, Gamble, Cynic, Har, and Brute. He nodded at them, and slowly turned back to Wyatt. “Almost. The others are probably taking care of business at Twisted Talons.”

Har, Brute, Roman, and Cynic moved to one side of the waiting room, while Finn and Gamble joined Riley, who sat close to Nadia.

Wyatt glanced past him and started forward when a man said, “Blume family.”

Nadia stood and brought Riley with her, since she had a firm grip on Riley’s hand.

Once Nadia was closer, the doctor introduced himself. “Ms. Blume is out of surgery. She’s in serious but stable condition. The bullet missed her lung, but did nick her collar bone. We were able to remove the bone fragments. She’s going to be in a lot of pain, and her range of motion will be very limited.”

Mensa unclenched his jaw and pain flooded his tongue – he hadn’t noticed he’d been biting it.

“Will she get that range of motion back?” Wyatt asked.

The doctor pressed his lips together as he deliberated it. “That’s going to depend. She will definitely be in physical therapy for at least six weeks to rehabilitate it. The damage was done to her left side; if she’s left-handed that—”

“She isn’t,” Mensa and Wyatt said at the same time.

The doctor’s eyes darted between them. “That’s good, but she will still be challenged with some activities. If she heals well, and is diligent about her therapy, I imagine she’ll have a decent range of motion again.”

“What about blood loss? Did she need a transfusion? There was a lot of blood coming from that wound,” Mensa said.

“We gave her a transfusion. Now that we’ve stitched up the wound, as long as she doesn’t get an infection, she should be fine.”

“Can we see her?” Nadia asked.

The doctor met Nadia’s gaze. “She’s still under anesthesia and is in the Intensive Care unit for tonight – in case things deteriorate – even though they shouldn’t. Family can see her, but only one at a time. I’ll get a nurse to lead you back.”

As soon as the doctor was out of ear shot, Wyatt looked at Mensa. “You can go now.”

“Don’t be a jackass,” Riley chided.

Mensa fought laughing because that was very close to what he was going to say.

Wyatt arched his brows at Riley. “This doesn’t concern you.”

“Whitney was in her wedding, so don’t you dare say it doesn’t concern her. Furthermore, I was ready to say the same thing. Nobody’s leaving, Wyatt. Your sister wouldn’t want that. Keep this up, I’ll have you tossed out of here,” Nadia said.

“Aunt Nadia—”

She held a hand up. “Nope. You sit down and say a prayer. We have a lot to be thankful for from the sound of it, and I’m not gonna have you telling the man Whitney loves that he can leave. Not only does it make me angry, you know good and darned well it would infuriate your sister. Now, knock it off.”

A nurse turned the corner, her eyes zeroing in on Nadia. “Are you Ms. Blume’s mother?”

Nadia stepped forward. “I’m her aunt. Her mother will be here as soon as her flight lands.”

The nurse nodded. “Very good. Come with me.”

Mensa felt Wyatt staring at him, and he met the man’s gaze.

“I’ll tell you what I told her. She’s too good for you. She can do better, and if I get half a chance, I’m gonna make certain she sees that.”

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