Doc (Ruthless Kings MC #7) - K.L. Savage Page 0,85
something to jump from either side of them.
Knives rings the doorbell, and we wait. She’s home. Eric told me he makes sure she’s taken care of so she doesn’t have to work and can do whatever she wants. He takes care of her, not only because he loves her, but for what she did for him when he was younger.
A few seconds go by, and there still isn’t an answer. I’m worried. What if something happened? “Knives, she should be answering,” I whisper, cupping my eyes as I press my head against the window in the door. “I can’t see anything.”
“Rachel!” Knives yells and bangs his fist against it. There is no way she can’t hear that loud banging. I bet the neighbors can hear the loud thunder coming from the door. “Rachel, I’m going to kick the door in if you don’t answer,” he warns.
We wait.
Nothing.
“Stand back,” Knives says, and I do as I’m told without question. My crutch slips off the side of the walkway, sinking into the decorative rocks, but I catch myself. Knives stands straight, lifts his leg, and smashes his foot under the silver knob. The wood splinters apart and hangs off the hinges, creaking in the silence of the house.
Knives reaches behind him, lifts the back of his cut, and grabs onto a gun before stepping inside. “Rachel? You here?” he shouts, sidestepping the pieces of wood on the beautiful slate floors.
Silence.
I keep my more injured leg off the floor as I swing the crutches in front of me to hold my weight. The silence is unsettling. The hair on the back of my neck stands up. Something is wrong. I feel it.
“Knives,” I whisper in fear, and he places his finger against his lips as we stealthily move deeper inside the house. I roll my lips to keep myself quiet. I only wanted to come check on her. I wanted to show that I care about her and respect her as Eric’s mom, but I didn’t actually think something would be wrong.
“Kitchen is clear,” Knives says, inching his way around the dining room, then aiming his gun in the living room, swinging it back and forth.
I glance down the hallway and see a pair of feet on the floor. “Knives!” I yell for him and try to hobble toward her as quick as I can. “Knives, oh my God, is she dead?” I ask as he runs by me and squats next to her.
She looks pale and still has her pink silk pajamas on. There’s a mug on the floor next to her, broken in half with a brown stain on the floor from her morning coffee. Knives places his fingers against her neck to search for a pulse.
“She’s alive,” he says, then slides his arms under her to pick her up, lifting her as he did me. “We need to take her to the hospital, and we need to call Doc.”
“You’re good at picking people up,” I say, following him out the door. I wish I had a cell phone, but I don’t know where it is. I don’t have the apartment anymore. Reaper packed it up, paid off my lease, and moved my stuff into Eric’s house.
“Well, I unfortunately have a lot of practice picking up bodies,” he says sadly with a hint of a frown. He opens up the back door and lays Rachel in the backseat. “I’m not looking forward to calling Doc. This is going to kill him.”
I’m starting to wonder if the cancer is further along than what she told him. If she dies, a part of Eric will too. He’s been there for me and I’m going to be there for him.
No matter what.
When he falls, I’ll figure out how to catch him, even if it means ripping my stitches open.
I’m at my mom’s bedside in the hospital, and most of the club members surround me while I hold her hand. I’m reading her chart, trying to understand the numbers, trying to understand how it got so bad and I didn’t notice. I’m trying to understand why she didn’t tell me.
The room is silent minus the heart rate monitor. How has my life changed so much in the last few weeks?
I don’t even know. I don’t know how any of this has happened.
A knock at the door sounds, and I glance up to the door to see Doctor Halligan,