Page 12 of Pedal to the Metal
Chapter Nine
Raze
I don’t sleep muchthese days. I was up by 7:30 this morning and decided to make some breakfast. Minx came in as I was finishing up and got herself a plate. After she left the kitchen, Saint and I ate and made sure there was something for Tink and Rivet to eat when they woke up.
Prez called and updated me on how Jager is doing. He told me to go ahead and take Minx to see Jager before taking her to the clubhouse. Rascal must have called him last night after talking to Minx and let him know they were home.
We get to the hospital and she’s being a little short and snappy with me. I know this is hard for her, so I let it slide for now. We walk into the entrance and a burst of icy air hits us.
“Shit!” Minx whisper yells.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, looking her over to make sure she’s alright.
“It’s cold as fuck in here and I didn’t bring a hoodie,” she explains. She’s a lot smaller than me and also wearing fewer clothes. I let out a little laugh. She tries to glare at me but is fighting a small smile.
“Sit right here,” I command. “I have a hoodie in one of my saddlebags. I’ll go grab it.”
Before she has a chance to respond, I walk outside. I jog to my bike and grab my hoodie. I’m about to head back into the hospital when my phone starts vibrating. I look at the screen and see that Saint is calling. I ignore his call and shove my phone back in my pocket as I walk back in. When I see Minx, she has her arms crossed and is visibly shivering. Goosebumps are covering her arms. I refrain from wrapping her up in my arms and warming her up.
“Here, put this on.” I hand her my hoodie.
“Thanks.” she replies as she pulls it over her head and I grin. She’s fucking adorable, swimming in it. To a stranger, they would probably think she didn’t have any pants on— it’s that long on her.
“You ready?” I ask her.
“No, but I know I need to see him.” I’m a little taken aback by her honesty. I admire her for putting up the strong facade, and I’ll be right there by her side when she wants to let go. I don’t know what’s got me thinking like this. Worrying about chicks ain’t me. Sure, she’s sexy as hell and I wouldn’t mind fucking her. But that’s usually where it ends with a chick. Not Minx though. I worry about her, want to make her laugh, want to get to know her— all of it.
“Come on, Kitty,” I say and I lead her to the floor where Jager is. We’re quiet the entire walk up to his room. We get closer and I see Mouse, one of our prospects, standing guard outside of Jager’s room. Any time a brother is in the hospital, we have someone outside of their room 24/7.
“Hey, Mouse. Why don’t you go grab something to eat while Minx goes in to visit Jager,” I tell him.
“You got it. Call if you need anything,” he says and I nod.
“Do you want me to go in with you?” I ask Minx. She’s just staring at the door. She takes a minute before she responds.
“No, I need to do this alone,” she tells me, still not looking in my direction.
“I’ll be out here if you need anything,” I tell her and she doesn’t respond. She takes a deep breath and walks into Jager’s room. She closes the door behind her, but it stays open a couple of inches. I take my post next to the door to make sure no unwanted guests try to walk in.
