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“Name?” I questioned.
“Oh, I guess we missed out on real introductions earlier. I’m Samantha Morton, but pretty much everyone calls me Sam or Sammy.”
“Sammy.” The attempt to say her name was more whisper than word. “My angel,” I managed to say before being pulled back under into the darkness.
4.RESCUE
SAMMY
“My angel,”Bigfoot called me just before he passed out again.
“Since he didn’t know her name, kinda sounds like she might be telling the truth,” the nicer of the two police officers said.
Officer Not-So-Friendly huffed at me in frustration. “If we find out a crime was committed and you withheld information from us, you will be charged as an accessory.”
“Are you seriously threatening me right now?”
“If no crimes were committed, it wouldn’t feel like a threat,” the bastard argued back.
“No, it felt like a threat because you meant for it to be exactly that. You can leave now because I have nothing further to say to you. One minute I was coming back from a concert double-date from hell and the next I looked up and that guy’s motorcycle was flying through the air one way while he fell and rolled the other. That is all I will ever know. And let’s be clear, even if I knew something else, you would be the last person I’d trust at this point. Thanks for making me have so much faith in the system.” I turned my back on him and muttered, “Asshole,” under my breath.
“Sounds like the lady wants you to get the fuck out. Pretty sure the doctor told you not to be in here disturbing her patient anyway,” the man I had come to know as Baffle, the Vice President of the Kings of Anarchy MC New Mexico Chapter said as he strolled into the room.
“Watch yourself,” Officer Dipshit growled threateningly.
“Boy, you better get out of here before the lady notices you pissed yourself trying to talk to me like that.”
The officer bucked up, but his partner grabbed ahold of him and maneuvered the asshole out the door.
“How long were you there?” I asked Baffle once they were gone.
“Long enough to know you didn’t give them shit, so no worries.”
I waved his answer away. “That wasn’t even a worry of mine. Your president woke up for a minute and he seemed to know who I was, so hopefully there’s no issues with the impact his head took.”
“That’s really good to know. Thanks, darlin.” Baffle pulled the second chair closer, so that we were seated side-by-side. We both sat, staring at his club brother and lost in our own thoughts. Time passing wasn’t really something I registered until he spoke again. My back ached with the effort to sit in an unforgiving chair for so long. “He’s woken once already. You don’t have to stay.”
“Is that your way of trying to get rid of me?” I asked and turned so I could see what Baffle’s response would be.
He shook his head. “Not at all. Honestly, I’m trying to let you off the hook here. Not sure why you feel obligated to hang around, but he has people who will look out for him.”
I gave a quick nod of my head. “Have you ever seen someone crash like that?” The slightest tip of his head in acknowledgment was my only answer. “Well, I haven’t. I can’t find the words to explain why I’m still sitting here with a stranger. He needed me on the side of that road because the asshole who hit him didn’t stop.” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “There were also the other threats and no one else was there. Maybe it’s a weird way to look at things, but I feel like I need to see it through and let him know that he was never alone. I guess, if the roles were reversed, it would be nice to know I wasn’t left alone in my moment of weakness for someone to maybe come take advantage of.”
“If you have skeletons in your closet that put you in that mindset, you let me know and we will settle up for you. After the loyalty you showed our president and the club, we owe you that much.”
The smile I offered him was genuine as I spoke. “There hasn’t been anything like that. It just freaks me out to know that I could be sitting in the hospital with no one looking out for me, or worse, left to die on the side of the road by myself. It doesn’t make sense. I know that. Still, I’ll be here until he wakes up for longer than two minutes. When I’m sure he’ll be okay, I’ll head out.”
Baffle tipped his head again and then stared at me thoughtfully.
“That camera footage helped a lot.”
“Good, I’m glad.”
“It showed you in your badass stance when you took aim across the road. Protected our prez when he was not able to do it himself. Won’t ever forget that. Doesn’t matter that your life was on the line, too. Matters that you acted and stayed the course.”
A shiver ran up my spine at the reminder of the other thing I’d done. It wasn’t something I consciously thought about until it was dragged back up. “I think maybe there’s something broken inside me,” I mumbled without meaning to say it out loud.
“Why is that?”
