Saving Blu (Kings Reapers MC #4) - Nicola Jane Page 0,22
goes on dates, and he’s got a kid, so there must be a mum there somewhere. Besides, he swapped bodyguard duties with Cree today. If that doesn’t scream avoidance, then I don’t know what does.”
“He can’t avoid you forever,” says Anna. “See how he is at the club later.”
BLU
It was almost like God knew I needed to be out of the club right now, which is why Riggs sent me on a two-day road trip to go and check on some of the other charters. Since shit went down in Manchester, he likes us to do random drop-ins. But now that’s all done, I have to go back and face Gia. She surprised me with her cool attitude after we fucked and I should have felt relief, she let me off the hook by pushing me outta there, but I just felt pissed. Maybe it’s because she took control or maybe it’s just because I straight-up liked her and that night proved it to me. Either way, I told Riggs straight that I can’t be around her anymore and he took it well, taking me off bodyguard duties and putting me on this job instead.
I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket. It’s the fourth time and I figure it must be important, so I pull over and answer it. “Finally,” yells Alice. “Get to the hospital now. Hannah and Molly were in an accident.”
My blood runs cold and I grip the phone so tight, I hear it creak like it’s gonna smash into a thousand pieces. “What kind of accident? Are they okay?”
“Just get here, Blu. Now.” She disconnects the call and I stare down at the phone in my hand. It’s shaking, and as I start up my bike, I pray to whoever the fuck will listen, to keep my girls safe.
It’s an hour before I arrive. Alice texted me the details and I rush straight to the front desk and show them my phone. “My girls were brought here,” I say.
The receptionist looks at the details and then directs me to the critical care ward, where I find Alice curled up on a plastic blue chair, staring at the floor. Dread fills me as I take the seat next to her. “Alice?”
She glances up and relief floods her face. “Thank god,” she whispers, throwing herself against me. I feel her body shaking against mine and realise it’s the first time I've ever seen a cop cry. “What happened?”
She pulls back and wipes her wet face with her hands. “A car accident. A car pulled out of a side road and hit Hannah on the passenger side. It spun her car into oncoming traffic. They said she was hit by another four cars.”
I suck in a breath. “Are they okay?”
“Molly’s in there,” she says, nodding to a closed door. “The doctor’s with her. Hannah is in surgery. They had to rush her in and no one's come back to tell me anything yet.”
I push the double doors open and a nurse steps forward. “Can I help you?”
“My daughter,” I mutter. “Molly Balottie.”
A grave expression passes over her face and then she offers a tight smile and leads me through the small ward with other children attached to machines, all beeping and buzzing. I stare straight ahead, not wanting to impose on parents who sit by their child's bedside.
“She was very lucky,” the nurse says, pulling back a curtain.
My baby girl lies in the big hospital bed looking pale, fast asleep. “Is she going to be okay?”
“She has a broken collar bone from the seat belt and a few bumps and bruises. We’re going to keep an eye on her overnight for concussion, but I expect she’ll be able to go home with you tomorrow.”
I move to the bed and take her tiny hand in my own. Once the nurse has left, I climb in beside her, laying my head next to hers and gently stroking my finger over her face. She’s always loved to be stroked, and Hannah has stroked a hand over her face since she was a baby because it helps get her to sleep.
We’ve spent two days watching Hannah take even, steady breaths, praying that she’ll open her eyes and flash us a big smile. I’d give anything to see that smile right now. She was rushed straight to theatre for a bleed in her chest, which they drained. It made her unstable and now she’s in the critical care ward, where the nurse can