Page 158 of Indecent Lies
“Yeah.”
“She’ll be okay, they’ll have you out pretty quick.”
Zara hoped so. She kept seeing Rider in that bed just days ago.
This was too much drama for one girl to cope with.
“I’m Dana,” the woman said offering her hand. Zara shook it and exchanged names. “We’re only in town for the week visiting family and this happens. I swear he’s driving me to drink.” She joked.
At that, Rider came through the doors, flanked by Pretty-boy, larger than life even with a slight limp and put relief in Zara’s chest.
Harper ran to him immediately and got scooped up.
“She been seen to?” He asked, putting a hand around Zara’s neck as if he sensed she needed calming. When she told him no, he went up to the counter, said a few words to the girl behind and what do you know, within a few minutes Harper got seen to, the beads were extracted and they were free to go.
Not before Harper, who was laid on Rider’s shoulder, started to wave to the blond haired kid.
“Don’t cry, is okay. I gots a sticker.” She said to him and the boy half smiled in her direction.
“I won’t, kid.”
Harper beamed and waved again, tuckered out, she laid her head on Rider, a thumb popped into her mouth.
The boy’s eyes shifted to Rider and interest sparked there.
“You’re a MC president?”
Rider arched his eyebrow and answered as he reached for Zara’s hand with his free one. Pretty-boy was behind them. “Yeah, kid.”
“That’s cool. I’m gonna be in a MC one day.”
“Maybe don’t get your limbs slashed up and you might.”
“Cain, stop bothering people,” his mom said quietly and his scowl came back as he threw himself on a chair, sprawling with all the arrogance a boy of his age could possess. Zara shared a smile with Dana, told her she hoped he’d be okay and then they thankfully left the hospital to go to another department, this time to get Rider’s stitches looked at.
“No more hospitals forever, Ambrosio,” she warned, Pretty-boy laughed.
“You giving birth in the tub at home, Icy?”
She huffed, smiling. Smartass man, and she’d agreed to marry him.
* * *
The meeting was raucous as he’d expected it to be.
It was the first time in days he had his ass in the Prez chair and Rider felt at home even with his leg throbbing. He stretched the limb out in front of him for some relief and hit the gavel on the table.
“How did it feel, Prez?” Grinder was the one to ask and every set of eyes came at Rider.
He half smiled. They meant taking out Grigori.
“Like getting hemorrhoids removed.”
Around the table the cheers and slaps on wood traveled through each man.
He didn’t take murder lightly.
It was as necessary as breathing in this case.
