Page 22 of Flyboy's Nightingale
“Tell us what you need. We’ll make it fucking happen, you know that,” Coin states with all of us nodding in agreement.
“Let’s find this asshole and keep the women away from the property, that way no one can get to them. Also let’s figure out who this woman is and why she's bringing trouble to our town,” Torch orders, looking each of us in the eye.
“I feel like we’re missing something. There is a connection somewhere that’s closer than we know,” I murmur, listening to my gut for the first time since my accident.
Duck looks over at me, asking, “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. I just feel like we’re going to get this all fucking wrong before we get it fucking right,” I tell them.
“Man, it’s always been super creepy when you say stuff like that because nine times out of ten you aren’t wrong.” Pretty Boy half laughs and half growls.
I rest all the way back into my wheelchair and let today's events roll over in my head. I’ve got to get my ass out of this chair and back on track with my life.
Fuck, I sound like a broken damn record at this point. When am I actually going to fucking do it?
Torch slaps the table before standing and leaving the room, everyone but Razor following behind him. I sit there for a long moment just watching Razor work on his laptop, trying to work out why the feeling of dread is weighing so heavily on me. There is a soft knock on the door and the newest of the three prospects is standing there.
“Flyboy, are you ready to go to your physical therapy appointment?” he questions, not daring to take a step into the room without being invited beforehand.
Looking over at the clock hung on the wall, I notice that it’s an hour past the time I was supposed to be there. “It’s too late. I’ll have to call and reschedule the appointment in a few.”
The kid shuffles his feet looking around like he is trying to figure out what he needs to do considering someone must have sent him to grab me.
“Just spit the shit out already,” I demand, turning my chair from the table toward him.
“Well, ummm, Edge sent me to get you because your appointment had already been moved because of church. So, kinda need to get a move on so you aren't late,” he finally spits out after his stuttering.
Razor chuckles. “You should’ve known that one of those women would’ve taken care of that. We all want you back on your feet man.” He stops typing and looks up at me. “And you damn sure don’t want to piss that woman off.”
I chuckle, shaking my head because that man isn’t wrong. Pissing off one of the Ol’ ladies isn’t something you want to do.
“Well, get your ass in here and let’s get a move on,” I say as I wave the newbie in.
He wheels me out to the cage and helps me into it. Once he has stashed my wheelchair in the back, we leave the club’s property, heading for the physical therapy office. A sense of excitement rushes through me when the realization hits me that I might just get to see Riley for the first time in more months than I care to count. We make it across town and into the parking lot where I search for her car feeling more than just slightly disappointed at not seeing it.
“Well, let’s get this shit done with,” I grouch, pushing the door open and sliding to stand on my one good leg.
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
Riley
The alarmon my phone goes off, scaring the crap out of me. Reaching out, I turn the alarm off and finish the task I had been working on before getting ready to head out for my lunch date with Lil’ Red. I start to feel excited as I shut my computer down and grab my bag to head out. I pause, basking in the feeling that it’s nice to feel something other than fear even if it’s just for a split second. My phone vibrating on my desk reminds me I need to get a move on if I’m going to make it on time. Reaching down, I see that it’s Lil’ Red and fear starts to wash over me.
Shakingly, I bring my phone to my ear answering it, “Hello?”
“Hey, girl. Are you ready for lunch?” she asks, excitedly.
“So, f-ing excited. I was just getting ready to leave the clinic when you called me.” I smile standing and gathering my bags as I head for the door.
“Awesome,” she chirps before sighing, “There has to be a slight change of plans and I hope that you’ll be down for it.”
“Ummm, okay. Tell me what you’re thinking,” I state as I hold my breath, worried about what is about to come out of her mouth next.
“There’s something going down, Riley, and we've been put on a soft lock down.”
“Okayyyyy.” I drag out the word, not liking where this conversation is headed.
