Page 8 of Reign
Jonas is going to need me to be strong for him. He never has been very good with emotions, typical badass man. But as we get older and the influence of the club, he’s got a lot better. This is down to the brothers showing him men can have emotions and it is normal to show them.
Thank God the flight seems quick and before too long, we have landed. I hate flying. I don’t mind the middle part as I usually have my Kindle with me so I can read. It is the taking off, landing and any turbulence which gets to me. Turbulence seriously freaks me out.
I exit the plane and make my way through arrivals, missing luggage out as I only had carry-ons, making it outside I look for my ride. It doesn’t take long for me to spot one of my favorite people standing next to a club SUV. I take off running, dropping my bags next to him as I leap into Mischief's open arms.
“Fuck Raven, am I glad to see you,” he tells me as he holds me tight. I try not to show any pain as he holds me a little too tight for my battered body.
“I know and I am sorry,” I tell him as I slide down his body and pick my bags up from next to us.
Mischief takes them from me, putting them on the back seat before opening my door. Ever the gentleman, he helps me inside which works in my favor since I could use the help until I'm healed but I can’t really tell him that. He is already looking at me with his head tilted as he is trying to work it out.
“You look different. Are you wearing more makeup than usual?” he asks
Fuck, shit, wank. I was really hoping no one would notice I had on more makeup than usual. My previous bruises were only light but these ones are not so it took a little more than before to cover them. Clearly, this is going to be very noticeable as normally I hardly wear makeup except for a little mascara and lipstick.
“No, nothing more than usual. I was a little puffy from having a little cry so I put a little extra on, don’t want Jonas worrying”
I pray to God he doesn’t push further. I hate lying but this is their own good and mine. They will all be under enough stress with what’s happening with Dad, they really don’t need me adding to it.
He nods and closes the door. Thank fuck. He climbs in and we head off to the hospital. The closer we get the more nervous I feel. My leg is bouncing and I can’t seem to stop it. Mischief moved his hand to rest on my knee too quickly, making me flinch. I can see out of the corner of my eye; he noticed and is now looking at me with wariness and concern.
“It is going to be okay; we are all here for you” he tries to reassure me.
I nodded, not trusting myself with words and squeezed his hand on my knee. We spend the rest of the drive to the hospital in silence while his hand rests comforting on my knee. Occasionally giving it a slight squeeze of reassurance. Parking up at the hospital, I take a deep lung filling breath before exhaling all my anxiety.
I follow Mischief through the hospital and to the floor my dad is on. Stopping outside the room, Mischief folds me into his arms and holds me tight.
“Club is in the waiting room opposite. This is your father's room; you want to go in or do you want me to get Tyres to come out first” he asks
God, do I love this man. Always thinking about others. For a rough and gruff biker, he has such a gentle soul.
“I think I’d like to see Tyres first please?”
He kisses my head and lets me go. I lower myself into a chair outside the room and my head sinks into my hands. I have no idea what I will be walking into. My dad has always been this larger-than-life character, so strong. I feel someone crouch in front of me, taking my hands in theirs. Instantly I know it’s my brother. I fold myself into his embrace.
“I got you now sis, all is going to be okay” he whispers while stroking my hair
“I am so sorry I wasn’t here when you both needed me,” I sob
“You are here now, that's the main thing. Are you ready to go see him?”
I shake my head, suddenly feeling like a small child again. I need my big brother to support me.
“We got this. Together.”
We stand up and with a few deep breaths, we enter my dad’s hospital room, hand in hand.
Five - Reign
I amsitting at Banjo’s bedside when Mischief sticks his head in the room to say Raven is outside. Tyres gets up and goes outside to her. Mischief joins me with Banjo giving the siblings some time together. I can tell from the expression on his face and his body language, he has something to say.
“I’m telling you this as I am aware of your feelings for Raven and I don't want to pile more shit onto Tyres already burdened shoulders. There is something very wrong with Rave.”
This instantly has me on alert for two reasons. One, he knows about my feelings for Raven. I didn’t think anyone knew and I sure as fuck did not tell anyone. Two, what fuck does he mean something is wrong with Raven? I'm on my feet in seconds.
“Explain, now!” I growl out
“Calm Prez. She is going to need you to be calm.”
