Page 61 of Bikers & Bars

It wasn’t enough, it never would be. If one of them did that to me I’d be hurt and livid. From Romeo’s face he was feeling all of that and likely more.

“I know,” he sighed as he sat down. “You could have told me. I would have helped.”

“That was part of the problem. I needed someone with Damien,” I admitted. “That and my mind was hyper-focused. I tried to go alone.”

His face moved from angry to furious.

“What the hell?!” he demanded.

“Don’t worry, Hazel saw right through me.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he growled but had to tone it back as a knock rang out on the door. The nurse walked in and gave him a glare.

“Don’t stress out my patient or I’ll kick you out.” Her words were firm and brokered no argument.

“Here, this will help with the pain,” she said to me in a gentle tone, holding out a cup with two pills inside. I swallowed them down without question and took several long drinks of the water.

“Thank you,” I said in a quiet voice, too afraid of coughing again to speak louder. The kind nurse patted my arm and gave me a warm smile. She wasn’t much older than me and her kind hazel eyes were full of empathy.

“You’re a fighter, kiddo, don’t worry,” she promised before walking out. “Take it easy, you two. It’s been a week since I kicked someone out. Don’t break my record today.”

Romeo chuckled as she left but it lacked the usual light humor. He might be pissed but I couldn’t really hate my past decisions because I got my men back. And Romeo was alive and unharmed so he could be mad at me versus him being laid up in a hospital bed, too.

Despite the threats the assholes gave us at the Devils’ compound, they hadn’t touched my beta.

There was no regret or remorse for what I had to do. If I hadn’t gone in when I did, I would have never recovered. Loki and Bane wouldn’t have made it out.

“Hey, hey, no tears,” Romeo said as he rushed to my side. Ignoring the warnings the nurse gave, he crawled right into the bed beside me, being careful with the cords and tubes attached to me, to settle into my side.

“They almost died.”

“But you saved them,” he reminded me, reinforcing the thoughts I’d just had. “My badass omega went in and took care of business.”

“What about the cops? Your omega left dead bodies in her wake,” I admitted in a hoarse whisper.

“You did,” he said with a dark chuckle. “Don’t you dare feel bad for that.”

“I don’t, but I also don’t want to get in trouble,” I admitted.

“Don’t worry, Maximo handled that. Nothing was left behind but charred remains,” he promised. “While you were running in like an angel of vengeance, backup had arrived. No one survived from that chapter that we know of, but they’re keeping tabs just in case.”

“Damn,” was all I managed to choke out. I knew that we had the other packs behind us, but hearing all Maximo did to have my back was a bit humbling.

We never expected when we moved to Alexandria that we’d have this big of a support system waiting for us.

“Can I see the others?” I asked. “Are they in recovery yet?”

“They are,” Romeo said as he kissed my temple. “You’ve been out for a few days between sedatives for surgery and recovery.”

“I want to go now, can you ask the nurse?” I pleaded. My anxiety was never going to settle until I laid eyes on my men and knew they were alright.

Romeo brushed another kiss over my temple before climbing carefully out of the bed and leaving the room.

The silence wasn’t good for me so I focused on the sound of voices in the hall and the sound of the door opening. He was only gone for a few minutes but his face was more relaxed when he walked in.

“She’s getting a chair. Said she could use a break anyway,” he said with a grin. “She’ll obviously have to walk us but thankfully you’re all four on this recovery floor.”

The nurse was all smiles when she came back, moving the IV stand around and attaching it to the wheelchair before looking at Romeo.

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