Page 14 of Property of Bigfoot
“And Baffle, Knuckles, Dime, and Grease are all on their way up,” he added. Glitch crossed his arms over his chest, his feet shoulder-width apart, and I knew it meant he was on the defensive. He’d never liked Lis and didn’t try to make nice like some of the other men in the club. Most tried to be civil for my son’s sake, but we all knew she’d gotten pregnant on purpose, so there were plenty of my men who wouldn’t spit on Melissa to try to save her life if she was on fire.
“As soon as you are done visiting with my son, I expect a call.”
“Our son and I’ll have Baffle bring him back to you when he’s ready to go.”
“I don’t want him on a motorcycle.”
“Yeah, you’ve made that perfectly clear, Melissa.” She looked away then. My son’s mother didn’t like it when I called her by her full name. It usually meant I was angry with her, and she didn’t like to stay on my bad side either. I refused to give her any extras when she was. Extras were things I did for her when she made my life easier instead of harder. I’d pay for spa days or shopping trips that were for her, not our son. That shit was coming to an end, though, because I was tired of the back and forth it caused.
“Where is Sammy?”I asked immediately when Baffle and Knuckles came into my hospital room.
Luckily, Melissa took off before Baffle made it back to my room. Had I known that she scared Sammy away from me, I might have done or said something I would regret in front of my boy. Only because it was done or said in front of him, though.
“She went home.” My VP did not look happy to have to announce that. Knuckles bumped his arm and jerked his chin toward me. There was more, and for some reason, my club brother had been reluctant to share it with me. Dime and Grease made their way into my room and Dime immediately went to my boy.
“Hey there, little man, what do you say we go get a soda and some candy while your dad can’t do anything about it?” My boy’s eyes widened like Santa had just come to dump everything he ever wanted under our tree. He looked back at me guiltily but still took Dime’s hand.
“It’s okay, bud. Go get a treat with Dime while my brothers keep me company. You can show me what you picked when you get back.”
He pumped his little fist in the air and then took off with Dime chasing behind him. The little shit was probably afraid I would change my mind, since he wasn’t allowed to have a bunch of sugary shit normally. The minute they were out of sight, my attention shifted back to Baffle. He came and sat in the chair that Sammy had been using until Melissa showed up.
“She went home and won’t be back.”
“What the fuck?”
“Melissa told her that she was your ol’ lady and insinuated that Sammy was nothing more than a club whore looking to climb a ladder.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“You know I wouldn’t lie about that shit, even though I don’t trust Melissa as far as I can throw her. I’d bet money Sammy wasn’t lying about it, and even more money that she held some shit back.”
“Lis really told her she was my ol’ lady?” I asked.
“She did, Brother.”
“That fucking cunt went too far this time.” I tried to sit up a little higher in my bed and immediately regretted that shit as my ribs screamed at me.
“Let me help,” Grease offered and moved to the other side of the bed. “If we do this slowly, you should…” His thought cut off as he pushed a button on the side of the rail and the head of my bed raised up higher. It hurt like a motherfucker when my body moved with it, but not as bad as when I tried to do it myself. “That good?” He asked.
I nodded and then turned to Baffle again. “Did you set Sammy straight about that shit?”
“She didn’t give me a chance to do that, man.”
“You let her go without explaining?” I was fucking pissed. I knew there was no way I could get out of the fucking hospital bed and go after her because my ass couldn’t stay awake long enough to get to wherever she had gone.
“You can explain later, when you get out of here. She needed to get out back to her life, Bigfoot. Not to mention, the poor girl hasn’t had a shower or clean clothes in days.”
“Why didn’t any of you take care of her and bring her something?”
“We’ve had a lot going on, and I honestly didn’t think she’d hang in here as long as she did.” Baffle dragged a hand down his face and it only then occurred to me how haggard my friend looked. “I know you want her back here, but she needs a little space. She has a lot to process about what went down, and it wasn’t happening here while she waited to see if you’d pull through.”
“What’s that mean?”
“She might not be banged up on the outside like you, but not only did she see you get thrown from your Harley, she also killed a man to keep you alive. That was her first kill. It’s going to fuck with her, whether she knows it yet or not.”
“Fuck. I didn’t even fucking ask if she was okay.” I shook that thought off. “I don’t really remember everything that happened that night.”
“Understandable,” Knuckles interjected. “According to your girl, you were in and out of it when everything went down.”
