and I know he won’t question any further. Piece of shit. Like a stripper’s life isn’t as valuable as any other?
“And you? Why did you happen to be in the same area?”
“Are you accusin’ me of shootin’ my own wife?” I roar as I stand to my feet. Crossing my arms over my naked chest, I glare at the cop.
“You were there.”
“I was out joggin’. She must have gotten off early,” I inform him.
“And her name is?” he asks.
“Amy. Amy Hawthorne.” Damn, I didn’t realize just how easy it is for me to lie. Maybe I should have been a goddamn actor instead of a being in the MC. I would nail this shit. The cop takes down a few notes and hands me a card, telling me to call if either of us think of anything before telling me I can go see her. Call me a prick, but as I walk out of the waiting room, I drop the card in the trash before stalking the hallway to her room. When I step inside, I’m shocked at what I see. She’s lying there, her dark hair brushed back out of her face, machines hooked up to her.
“Damn,” I whisper as I move closer to her. I don’t know why I do what I do, but I pick her hand up, holding it in mine.
“They left me to die. I don’t know why, but I saw you lyin’ there and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let you wake up alone the way I did. It was fucked up. Not knowin’ if I was alive or dead. Not knowin’ if any of my brothers would be there. Do you know what the worst part is? None of them were there. No one. I was alone. Don’t fuckin’ ask me why, but I didn’t want you to wake up without someone here.” With that, I take a seat in the chair next to the bed, keeping her hand in mine. Maybe I’m fucked in the head for doing this. Maybe she will think it was me when she wakes up. Hell, I don’t know anything anymore.
“Do you know if she has any medical problems?” The doc asks when he walks in.
“Not that I know of.”
“Any past surgeries?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Okay, well everything looks good,” he adds.
“What the hell do you mean looks good? She was shot!”
“Yes, it went straight through.”
“Then why isn’t she awake?”
“She seems to have hit her head pretty hard. She has a concussion. She will wake up soon, I’m positive of that.” He smiles as if that makes me feel better before turning and leaving the room. Then it’s just me and her again. I know they say if you talk to someone that’s passed out like this, they can still hear you, but I don’t know how much I want her to know. So instead, I sit here and say nothing.
Chapter Four
“Who the hell are you and where am I?” I yawn when I hear a female’s voice. Slowly opening my eyes, I see her looking at me like I’m a mirage.
“Good mornin’ to you too.”
“Who the hell are you?” she roars louder this time. She shoves herself up the bed, wincing as she goes.
“You might want to lie still. You were shot and hit your head,” I remind her. She looks down at the gown she has on before shaking her head slowly.
“I was shot? What the hell?”
“You don’t remember?” She looks up at me with a lost look in her eyes. Oh, shit.
“No.”
“Let me get the doc,” I say, standing from my seat and heading for the door. I grab the first doctor I can find by the shoulder and drag him into the room. He looks confused.
“She’s up,” I tell him.
“I’m not… I don’t know…”
“You’re what? Ain’t you a doc? You wearin’ the goddamn lab coat and prancin’ around in your goddamn loafers,” I say, motioning to his body. The chick in the bed giggles a little.
“I’m not her doctor,” he says, trying to back out of the room. Instead, I grab his little jacket and pull him up, so we are face-to-face.
“She was shot and hit her head. She was asleep. Now she’s awake and can’t remember shit. Do what you do and check her, Doc.” Giving him a little shove, he moves toward her cautiously. I don’t blame him. A grown ass man my size with his own gunshot scars, I would move carefully too. I watch as he looks her