Page 10 of Nitro

“Did you get a chance to ask her about the divorce papers?” Scar asks me.

“Yeah. She was planning on filing them.”

“I’ll get another set written up and printed.” Matrix types a note into his computer.

“Good. Those need to be delivered to the courthouse first thing in the morning. I want someone there as soon as they open,” Scar says.

“I’ll go.” I raise my hand.

“You should stay with your woman. I’ll go. We can drop everything off before we start hunting her ex,” Talon says.

“Thanks, man.”

“No problem, brother.” Talon nods.

“Any other business we need to discuss?” Scar asks.

“What did Doc say about her injuries? Is she okay other than the cuts and burns?” Matrix asks.

“Her ribs are bruised all to hell so he’s getting the portable X-ray. He should be back soon.” My gaze slides to the door. I’m itching to get back to my woman.

“Keep us posted on how she’s doing,” Scar says before picking up the gavel. “Meeting adjourned.”

As we file out of the room, the guys slap me on the back and offer words of encouragement. I don’t know where I’d be without them. Sure, I could handle this by myself, but I don’t have to. These guys have my back. It makes things a hell of a lot easier, because now I can spend more time with Holly.

When I get back to my room, the prospect is still at his post. Good. I’m only looking forward to kicking one man’s ass, and it’s not his. I can’t wait to pound her husband’s face into a pulp. Part of me wants to say fuck it and jump on my bike so I can hunt the bastard down, but that would mean leaving her unprotected. Although I trust my brothers to keep her safe, men like her husband are snakes capable of slithering past even the best security systems. Until he’s tied up in the basement, I’m not leaving her side. Also, I still feel like shit. I haven’t fully recovered from my BASE jumping accident, which is another reason I can’t leave.

“Good job,” I say to the prospect.

“Anytime, man.”

I crack open the door. My huge bed swallows Holly’s tiny form, but she looks comfortable enough. Her eyes are shut and she’s breathing evenly. I’m glad she’s asleep.

After carefully closing the door behind me, I excavate a chair from underneath my clothes. I didn’t realize what a shitshow my bedroom was turning into, but I need to clean this place up. I don’t want to risk waking her, so I set the pile of shirts and jeans on the floor. Most of this is actually clean, or at least it was when it hit the floor. I just never got around to hanging shit up. Who has time for that when there is so much fun to be had outside my room?

However, now that Holly’s here, I’m not as eager to get the fuck out of this place. She looks like a fairy princess withher cute little nose, cupid’s bow lips, and long, golden hair. Her husband’s a fool. How could a man hurt something so innocent, so beautiful, so sweet? A real man wouldn’t do that. Jeff Polson isn’t a man. Never was. I don’t know what she saw in him, but I’d like to know what drew her to him. It would give me insight, not just into her character, but into his too. It might help us find him.

Doc comes back and wakes her long enough to do a few X-rays. After looking over the film, he gives us mixed news.

“Looks like nothing’s broken. However, you have a hell of a lot of bruising. I’m going to prescribe a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory medication. You need to rest until you feel better.”

“For how long?” Holly looks at me in alarm.

“These things take time to heal,” Doc says. “She needs to eat a balanced diet to help her heal. Also, she should take extra vitamins, especially vitamin D.”

I want to make a snarky joke about how I’ve got all the “D” she could ever need, but now isn’t the time for that.

“If her pain gets worse, I’ll need to recheck her to make sure she’s healing properly. Right now, everything looks okay. I want to place some icepacks around her ribs to reduce the swelling,” Doc says.

“What about her lungs? She was having trouble taking a deep breath.”

“They’re inflating, and I don’t see any punctures. I’d be more concerned if there were broken bones floating around in there. If her breathing changes, call 911, then call me. They’ll be able to get here faster.”

“Thanks, Doc.” I shake his hand.

“My phone’s always on for you guys. If you need anything, call me.”

“Will do.”

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