Page 11 of Flyboy's Nightingale
“Well, boo on them for showing up. I’ll tell them that you’re not ready, and you can just stay here,” I state, standing up and going for the door.
I’m not ready for them to leave yet, and I’m going to let those men know. I’m going to face my fears. I'm done letting these men believe they’re the boss of the world. Well, that’s what I was gonna do until I opened the door and standing there are five, very large men all encased in leather. I take a step back, unable to stop the gasp that freefalls from my lips.
“Th-th-they ar-aren’t ready to, to-to g-g-go,” I stutter out.
Duck smiles sweetly at me, knowing what that meant for me when it comes to initiating a conversation with them. “I’m lonely and need my woman. I promise, she can come over again.”
I cross my arms over my chest and shake my head no. I can’t get my mouth to work anymore, all of my liquid courage is gone, vanished without a trace.
“We’re not ready to leave,” Edge calls back from her place on the couch.
“That’s right. We’re still having a fucking girl’s night!” Vixen yells.
“Woman, don’t start! It’s time to get home. J.T. will be up bright and early,” Torch rumbles with a scowl covering his face.
“You can take that tone and shove it right where the sun doesn’t shine,” Vixen grumbles, glaring right back at her Ol’ man.
“I swear to all that is holy, if you don’t get your sexy ass out here—” his words are cut short when Vixen walks around me slamming the door shut in his face, brushing her hands like she just took out the trash and was dusting her palms.
I gasp at her actions because this would never be accepted in any form by my father’s club. I back away slowly, anxiously waiting for the guys to kick the door in, and for all hell to break loose. I can’t stop the squeak that escapes when there are three solid knocks on the door. Candy stands smiling, shaking her head, and going to the front door, she pulls it open, then steps to the side while letting the guys stroll in.
Vixen and Edge look at her with a scowl before saying, at the exact same time, “You traitor!”
She looks over her shoulder and winks before walking into Pretty Boy's arms. The badass biker bends at his waist and kisses her on the top of the head before passing her to Coin who does the same. They turn as a unit and walk toward the bikes. I study them, shocked that she could feel that safe with them. Torch stalks Vixen before throwing her over his shoulder and smacking her on the ass.
“You big oaf, let me go,” she yells smacking his ass.
“Stop, woman, and say thank you to your friend because we are leaving,” Torch tells her.
Vixen looks up at me and winks before telling me thank you. Torch grunts his approval as they go out the door with everyone following out behind them. I sigh when everyone is finally gone and sit on the couch, smiling to myself. Tonight really was a lot of fun.
“Fuck, I’m going to miss these ladies when I’m forced to leave.”
CHAPTER
SIX
Flyboy
The night islong with nurses in and out checking my vitals and looking me over like I’m a specimen on a microscope. Making it even longer, and harder to deal with, is the fact that I am alone. I know there is either a brother or a prospect nearby, and if I truly need anything all I have to do is shout and they’ll get me anything I need. I lay in the bed unable to even go and take a piss on my own, hating everything there is about life right about now. The pain is undesirable and debilitating.
I hurt from the roots of my hair to the tips of my fucking toe nails. The nurses have said that I can have pain meds but I’m not going to take the chance of getting addicted to that shit. I reach up with my left hand trying to fix my pillow, unable to get it situated into a comfortable position. I finally doze off just after daybreak.
My dreams are fitful, full of the heartbroken and devastated look on Riley’s face. I want to kick my own ass for the shit that I said. I lay there watching the stupid shit that’s on the TV for another hour or so until I give up on sleep altogether and decideto do some research on what all the doctors had to say today about my prognosis.
The orthopedic doctor told me that getting back on my feet is a real possibility. I would get mobility back in my hand but I may have to recondition myself to be left-handed. That makes the fear of not being able to ride my bike anymore sit so deep in my soul that I can’t shake it. The dreary thought has all but shattered my psyche. I don’t know what, or who I would be, without my brothers. I know that I could step down as an officer, and be just another retired brother, but shit, I’m not that fucking old and prepared for a long-term sabbatical from the MC lifestyle. I’m not ready to be sidelined, not a part of the team—the brotherhood.
I grab the new phone that Razor brought with him earlier. Thanking whoever, that he was able to transfer all my content and personal stuff from my destroyed phone. When I unlock it, I don’t even try to stop the bark of laughter at seeing that he made one little change.
My home screen holds a picture of a Duck, looking ridiculous with puckered lips, blowing a kiss at the screen. Pulling my messaging app up, I'm shocked by all the missed messages I’ve received while being stuck in this hell hole. Right this second, I ignore them shooting Duck a text. I know I won’t get a message back at this hour, but regardless, I need to send it anyway.
Me: I love my new background
I spend the next several hours going through all my missed messages and well wishes. I reply to most of them before my eyes finally start to get heavy and drift shut, and I start to doze off. My dreams are tumultuous in every way. One second, I’m on my bike with Riley on the back. The next, all I see are headlights aimed in my sight, and then we are laying on the ground. She isunconscious and unmoving. I can never get to her in time to help or save her.
This time, I’m getting close to her, almost able to touch her when I feel hands on me, stopping me from moving. I start fighting against the hands holding me back as the puddle of blood around Riley grows heavier. I’m struggling with everything I have in me to get free from the hindering grip. As I fight, she slowly starts to fade away, and I can do nothing but scream for her to stay. Don’t leave me.
“Come on, brother, wake the fuck up,” I hear stated from above me.
