Doc (Ruthless Kings MC #7) - K.L. Savage Page 0,97
digging his fingers in the dirt of the floor, trying to pull himself away from the abuse.
Jo pulls the scalpel out, only to pierce his flesh again. “Doesn’t feel good, does it? To not be in control of your own body. I fucking hate you.” She releases her hold on the scalpel, the same scalpel that dug into my back all those years ago, and now I’m finally doing some good with it.
“I’m done with him,” she states. She tries to get up, and Braveheart tucks his hands under her arms, pulling her to her feet. He settles the crutches under her arms, and she gives Brody the dirtiest, most vile look I’ve ever seen.
I’m glad on I’m not on the receiving end of it.
I flip Brody over, and blood pools under his ass. He’s sobbing and saying something under his breath.
“What’s that?” I say, bringing my ear down close to his mouth.
“I’m … I’m … sorry,” he stutters.
“Sorry doesn’t take away what you did. Sorry doesn’t fix a pregnancy.”
His eyes widen, but before he can even think about asking about the baby—Brody would want to live and prove himself—there’s no chance for that.
“Well, I’m not done with you, Brody,” I say, gripping his head before snapping it to the left. Away from Jo. I don’t want him seeing her.
How fair would it be for an asshole like this to get to see Heaven before he dies?
He doesn’t deserve that.
No one deserves her heaven except me.
Scars and all.
Three weeks later.
I’m sitting in the grass and staring at a headstone.
There’s her name, date of birth, and date of death on it. Usually there’s a quote someone chooses to go in the middle, and this is what my mom picked.
“Now tell me you love me…”
I close my eyes, letting the tears fall, and lean back until I’m lying in the itchy grass. I’m still finding it hard to believe I said goodbye to my mother two weeks ago. The grass hasn’t even grown over the dirt that’s covering her casket. It’s still so new.
I’m not sure how to handle it, not really. I’m still trying to figure out how to live without her love every day.
Love never really leaves. Even when the memories fade, the feelings stay the same.
“Hey, you.” Jo’s voice has me turning my head, and I stand up and wipe my ass off, laying my hand on her tiny, swollen belly.
“Hey, sorry, I just… I don’t know. I needed time with her today.”
“Don’t ever apologize. You take as much time as you need. I wanted to come and be with you; that’s all.” Jo sits down and pats the ground next to me. “There’s no hurry. Let’s catch her up.”
“On what?” I ask, quirking my brow.
“On what we’re naming the baby.”
“We don’t even know that,” I say, sitting next to her.
I hate staring at that stone. It’s too damn… fresh.
“I was thinking, if it’s a boy, I want to name him Dean. That’s a good name, right?”
I nod. “It sounds strong yet simple, classic too.”
“And if it’s a girl, I was thinking we could name her Rachel. After your mom.”
I inhale a sharp breath and choke up. I hover my body over hers. “You’d do that?” My hand falls protectively to her swell, and the darkness that took root inside me lifts. Man, I know this isn’t my kid biologically, but I feel like it is. This kid is meant to be mine. There’s no other way about it. I’m connected.
I love them so fiercely my fucking core hurts.
“I’d do anything for you, Eric. I know how close you were with your mom, and I hope our… I mean… mine… our…” She gets flustered because she doesn’t know what to say.
“Ours,” I correct her.
“I hope our baby is as close with me and you as you were to your mom,” she admits. “You had a beautiful relationship. I envy that, Eric. So much. My dad, wherever he is—dead I hope—he was a real bastard. He sold me. But you had someone who killed for you.”
“You have someone who kills for you,” I state, cupping her cheek with my palm. “I’ll do it again too. You don’t need him; you have me.” I let out a breath and lean my forehead against hers. “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” she says, kissing the tip of my nose. “For saving me.”
“Jo-love, we saved each other.”
“Hey! Doc, I got a bone to pick with you,” Bullseye shouts from the clubhouse.