Page 71 of Flyboy's Nightingale
I glare from him to the two men on gurneys with heart and pulse ox monitors attached to their bodies, as well as blood pressure cuffs that’re strapped to their forearms. I don’t know what Flyboy is doing, but what I do know, is that they are watching these guys closely.
Done with any bullshit he can tell me I decide to make a plan to take this into my own hands. I just have to get the pertinent information needed to make it happen. I’ve been rebuilding myself since I came to this town and even more with the MCbehind me. I know that living in fear was what I was doing. With the two main tormentors tied to tables, it’s time I take back the control of my life and show everyone, including myself, that I’m not a scared mouse anymore.
“Fine, if you can't tell me what the plan is since it’s club business, why don’t you tell me medically what you’re doing here.” I smirk, slowly walking around Flyboy to the table, noticing that there are several syringes measured out and spread out.
Flyboy looks around at everyone, trying to gauge what he’s supposed to say to me. A shadow falls over the table, and I tilt my head up to find Noah. I smile when I see him, knowing that he’ll tell me what he can without giving away club business.
He arches a single eyebrow at my grin. “I don’t know what's spinning around in that brilliant brain of yours, but the answer is, you’ve got to get the info from your Ol’ Man.”
“Well, I wasn’t think anything, and if I was, you’re no fun now that you’ve got your patch.” I pretend pout.
“Yeah, not today, woman. Flyboy, get her!” Mouth Peace yells over his shoulder.
The laugh that haunts my nightmares bursts through the room, asking, “You know how to get her to be a good little girl?”
Anger spikes so hard and fast that I get dizzy. I make a split second decision to grab a syringe before making my way toward the first man who ever put his hands on me.
“No, they don’t. Why don’t you tell them? Tell them how you prefer little girls that can’t fight back. Tell them that you can only get your release once you’ve beat them so bad they can’t say anything. Why don’t you tell them your absolute favorite thing to do,” I hiss, my jaw so tight I can feel my teeth trying to crack.
“Your daddy always did say you were a stupid little girl.” My father’s VP and longest friend grinds out, “I never thought Iwould see the day you’d put an entire club in danger. We both know your father won't let this stand.”
Leaning close, I pop the lid off the syringe before I speak, “When you see him in hell, you can tell him that his stupid little girl finally bested you. Tell him that you people didn’t win. I’m not fucking broken,” I snap before slamming the needle into his carotid artery, plunging the fluid in it into his bloodstream.
In less than thirty seconds, all hell breaks loose. My walking nightmare jerks, gasping for breath as all his stats fall, and he's in cardiac arrest. Strong arms wrap around me, pulling me away as Flyboy rushes to try and bring him back. I just watch with the knowledge that for every second he doesn’t, the chains on my soul loosen more and more.
“That’s something that leaves a mark on your soul. You should’ve let the ones already marked handle it,” Mouth Peace says, so softly I almost miss it.
Flyboy’s eyes turn to me, and what I see, isn’t at all what I thought I would. Anger, yes. Frustration, absolutely. Even some annoyance, but what I see though, is heartbreak.
“He’s gone,” Flyboy spits before walking towards me. “Mouth Peace, you, and the club brothers finish with her brother and take care of this mess. I’ve got an Ol’ Lady to deal with.”
“Does it matter how we dispose of them when we’re done?” Mouth Peace questions him, looking thoughtful.
“I don’t give two flying fucks what you do with them once they’re dead. Get the information you can from the fuckhead that’s left, and then dispose of them however you see fit,” Flyboy snaps, taking my hand and leading me out of the room.
As we make it over the threshold, I hear Mouth Peace’s words and wonder if that man is stable. “I’ve always wanted to see what would happen if you submerge someone in a drum of Mountain Dew. You know, Pepsi proved that a rat would completely?—”
His words are cut off when the door closes behind me. Slowly, we make it up the stairs, and the reality of what I’d just done takes hold of me. How could I do that? I took a vow to help people. To do no harm. Yet I just took a life. Yes, the man was a monster in every imaginable way. But does that give me the right to be judge and jury? My breath starts to saw in and out as I feel the panic start to claw its way out of my chest. As we make it to the top of the stairs, Flyboy doesn’t say anything, just pushes through the door, pulling me with him. I make it through the doorway, and in a flash, I’m pinned against it with Flyboy’s body pressed close to me.
He runs his nose up my throat to my ear. “Do you have any idea what you just did?”
Raising my hands, I run them up either side of his neck into his hair, fisting it. “According to Noah, I just stained my soul.”
“Why, Riles? Why would you do that? You’re my Nightingale. The one that comes in and saves us all.” He peppers kisses down my throat between every word spoken.
“I needed to be the one to take control of all the fear and frustration fighting in my soul. To prove, not only to myself but to that man, that I’m not broken. Most of all, I’ll never stop fighting to be better than where I came from,” I whisper, trying not to get lost in his kisses.
“You’ve never been broken, Riley. Beautifully tortured? Yes. Never broken. Do you know how fucking gorgeous you were down there, taking charge in that room? I need you, Riley.” Flyboy kisses me hard and demandingly, forcing his tongue into my mouth while fisting my hair.
Using my hold on his hair at the nape of his neck, I guide his mouth where I want it. Getting lost in this man, in this moment, is the only thing I could ever want and dream of.
I pull away from his mouth with a sniffle. “Flyboy, take me to our room. Show me that I’m not broken, that you still want me after that.”
His eyes watch mine for a split second. “There is nothing that you could ever do or say to make me not want you. When the world is crashing down around me, I know that all I have to do is look up and reach out and you’re there, my Nightingale, to save the day and heal all the broken parts of me.”
Once again, I don’t have the words. I need this man in a way that I can’t explain. “Our room, now.”
“Your every wish is my command,” he says before turning, taking my hand and leading me quickly down the hall through the great room then to our room.
