Page 31 of Sapphire's Gem
“I see. Get their statements, Wylde. My night is fucked now, so I’ll stay here and watch over this. Take a couple of uniforms and get me statements so we can bury those fuckers. Who the hell makes war on kids?” Hatton bitched as he walked off.
That was a very good question. One that we needed to answer soon.
Sapphire
Stitch had been in with Sparrow, me, and the firefighter. I felt magnanimous and asked her to heal him, too. Warrick was presently arguing with Cassidy about getting out of bed and heading home and was threatening to handcuff his brother to the bed.
With a grin, I sat up and began pulling my boots on. There was no big brother to keep me in, and I was busting out of this place.
Warrick saw my movement and glowered at me as he waved an arm in my direction.
Cassidy shrugged, and then a smirk crossed his face.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Wylde said, appearing from nowhere and hauling me back onto the bed.
“What are you doing, Wylde?” I howled as my boots were yanked off.
“Spoke to your nurse. You’ve been ordered to stay here another couple of hours so they can ensure your lungs are clear. Sparrow is being taken to a room overnight.”
“I’m fine. Stitch is with Sparrow, and I need to reassure my club I’m okay,” I hissed.
“I believe Stitch has already done that as they’re in the waiting room. She told them to go home, and you’ll be back soon. Naturally, I’ll take you,” Wylde said as he sat down.
“What the hell? Naturally? There isn’t anything natural about this!”
“Sapphire, shut up. Today has been a fuckin’ long shift, and I should have been off-duty hours ago. Instead, I’m here babysitting your stubborn ass. I need some peace and quiet for a few moments,” Wylde stated.
I opened my mouth to argue, then noticed how tired he looked. Damn, a pang raced through me, and the shriek I’d been about to blast him with faded. Wylde did look tired.
“Thank you,” he said, closing his eyes. “Just give me a few minutes.”
I studied his face, biting my lip as I did so. He was truly gorgeous. Tall, fit, muscled, and handsome, he called to me like a moth to a flame. But he was a cop, and there was no way I’d ever trust him. A cop in our lifestyle was laughable. What would he do? Plead a headache every time we broke the law so he wouldn’t witness it.
“Sapphire, your brain is too busy. Turn it off and enjoy some peace and quiet,” Wylde muttered, and I glowered.
Asshole.
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“Wylde, I’ll call for a taxi,” I argued as we walked outside the hospital. I felt bad leaving Sparrow there, but she’d insisted I leave and rest. To my surprise, she was sharing with Warrick, and the two of them were neck-deep in winding Cassidy up.
“Go ahead. We’ll see if he takes you when I flash my badge and say my car broke down,” Wylde retorted.
“This is an abuse of power.”
“Yup, so shut up, Sapphire, and get into my truck,” Wylde ordered.
“Bite my ass,” I shot back.
“Gladly, when you’re up for the fight, I’m sure that will ensue.”
My mouth dropped open, and I narrowed my eyes at him. “In your dreams, Detective.”
Wylde crowded me against his driver’s door. “Sapphire, you’ve no idea how much you’ve starred in my dreams lately. And that whip… shit, the things I can do to you with it. I hope you like a little pain, baby.”
I clamped my legs together as his voice dripped sex. Damn him. Why, all of a sudden, was Wylde my version of catnip?
“Keep dreaming, cop, that’s the only way you’ll get between my legs,” I retorted.
