Page 52 of Bound by Destiny
“Know it.”
We spend time chatting, and before long a nurse with bedroom eyes comes in and gives Pops a sleeping pill. It doesn’t take long for him to pass out. Somehow, I fall into a restless sleep in the hard-ass chair next to him.
He’s right about the amount of people that come in throughout the night. Even at two am, there are nurses coming in to check on Pops. No wonder he needs a pill to sleep here. Hell, I would too.
Making my way to his bathroom, I take a leak and stand there for a moment, rolling my head stretching my neck. Chair sleeping is not top on my list.
The door to the room opens and shuts. Listening, I tuck myself in and zip up. Reaching over to the handle of the toilet, I freeze when I hear, “You were supposed to die, you motherfucker. This is for Ransom.”
Bolting out, the man’s back is to me. He has on a white doctor’s coat with blue scrubs underneath, and in his hand is a needle that he just placed in Pops’ IV. Fuck!
Quickly and efficiently, I punch the fucker in the back of the head and pull the needle out of the IV. The dickhead goes crashing into the machines as they start to go bananas. It doesn’t stop me, one look at his face and I recognize him instantly. Derk.
He’s going to wish he was already dead. He groans on the floor and holds the back of his head while I kick him, then reach down and punch him a few more times. Grabbing the needle that rolled onto the ground, I hold it in the air. “Fucker, let’s just see what this does.”
Shoving the needle into a vein in Derk’s neck, I push the plunger. The blood tells me I hit something major. Good.
“Oh my God! Sir!” A nurse runs in. “What’s going on?”
Pops groggily sits up. “Fuck.” He picks up his cell and dials quickly.
The man on the ground begins to shake, the needle still sticking inside of him. The nurse pushes a button, and all chaos erupts. Doctors, nurses, security, police are all in the room quickly.
It’s how I end up in handcuffs behind my back and in the back of a police cruiser. And fuck if I know if the asshole lived or died. Fuck, I hope he’s gone.
The cops weren’t gentle with me, not that I expected them to be, but they were smart in not taking my cut off my back. Everything else I have was taken and bagged.
Being my first time in, I really didn’t know what to expect, but the reality is much different than you see on television. The smell is the worst like the assholes couldn’t get to the toilet before they shit all over the place. Lovely.
“Warren,” my last name is called as I turn my head to the bars from the bench as two other people inside look at me. Bring it, fuckers. I know thirteen different ways to kill them in under thirty seconds. “Call.”
Nodding, I make my way over.
“Hands through the slat.” I do as instructed, and they cuff me. Only then do they open the door and let me out.
Emery picks up on the first ring. “Are you okay?” I smile, hearing her voice gives me warmth.
“Yeah, gorgeous. Perfectly fine.”
She shuffles on the other end. “How can I get you out?”
“They’re not gonna let me out for a while, Emery, at least not tonight.”
“Cruz told me that he’s got Burnzie coming to get you out.” I can hear the fear in her voice, and I need to soothe it.
“It’s gonna be okay, Em. It was self-defense.” At least that’s the story I’m going with, and there isn’t anything to dispute it so as long as I stick to my story with everyone around me, I’ll be fine. Fucking hate that it had to happen with so many eyes, but it is what it is.
She lets out a deep breath. “I hate this.”
“I know. Just hang in there, and I’ll be out when I can.”
“Over,” the cop barks at me.
“Gotta go. Love you, Em.”
She gasps, but the cop grabs the phone from my hand and hangs up before I can hear her response. Dickhead. If I could pound him into nothing right now and get away with it, I’d do it in a second.
Going back to my cell, I prepare for a long night.
