says, obviously very pissed off. A week? I’ve been in here a week? “Don’t look so surprised. Your head was pretty fucked up,” he says when he sees the look on my face.
“His name is Drake. It isn’t kid.”
“He’s whatever the fuck I wanna call him. You gonna tell me why you dumped him on my doorstep?” Oh, he’s pissed. I knew he might be. I didn’t really think about Roland’s feelings when I put this plan into action. I didn’t stop to think about what he might feel.
“Where is he?” I ask again.
“Safe.” The word comes out as a taunt. The bastard.
“Just take me to him and I’ll figure something out. I didn’t mean to piss you off and I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Hurt me? By dumpin’ the kid or takin’ off when we were happy? We were fuckin’ happy Molly.” I flinch at his words. We were happy.
“I didn’t want to hurt you. That wasn’t the plan. I wasn’t supposed to have to leave you. It couldn’t be helped back then Roland.” My voice waivers and I’m on the edge of tears. I don’t want to do this with him. I can’t. Not now.
“You’re a selfish bitch. You ran from me. You kept my son from me. What the fuck else don’t I know? Huh? Any other surprises for me fuckin’ years later?” he snaps and shoves out of his chair. Roland stands to his full height and his hard body takes up most of the space in the room. The air is thick and I’m finding it hard to look in his eyes.
“I can’t talk about it right now. Just know that when this is all over I will come back and explain it all. Just please, take care of Drake.” I near beg him. When do I bring my eyes up to meet his I can see his confusion, he doesn’t understand that I can’t stop until I finish what I’ve started.
“You’ll come back?” he asks as he cocks his head to the side.
“Yes. I’ll come back and I’ll tell you everything. I promise.”
Roland takes a few steps toward me and stops at the edge of my bed. His hands rest on the mattress right next to me. He leans in, his eyes are one mine, blazing like a fire.
“You’ll come back? No darlin’. You won’t come back. Do you know why?” he asks with his teeth grinding together. Tears pool in my eyes as the air is sucked form my lungs. “You won’t come back because you aren’t runnin’ away again. You’re gonna tell me what the fuck is goin’ on and you aren’t goin’ anywhere until you do.” His eyes stay on mine a second longer before he stands and heads toward the door.
“You can’t keep me hostage,” I yell. Roland turns to face me with sinister smile on his face.
“I can do whatever the hell I want. You aren’t in any position to make any kind of fuckin’ demands.” He crosses his arms over his massive chest and glares at me.
“I’m leaving this hospital and there is nothing you can do to stop me,” I sneer. Roland nods his head and a small smile appears on his face. He reaches for the door handle and pulls it open.
“Prospect!” he yells. Another man steps into the room wearing the same kind of vest as his.
“Yeah Reaper?” Reaper? What the hell is that? I watch the evil in his eyes and it all slowly makes sense.
“The lady here thinks that when the doc says she can, she’s leavin’. What do you think about that?” Roland’s eyes stay glued to mine as he talks to the other man.
“She ain’t goin’ anywhere.”
“And why is that?”
“Because you gave me orders Reaper. I follow orders.”
“See? You don’t call the fuckin’ shots anymore sweetheart. You try and take one step out of this room, and my prospect here will make sure you regret it.” My mouth gapes open as I watch the look in his eyes.
“You can’t do that. I’ll call the police,” I tell him.
Both of them chuckle and exchange a look before Roland stalks back toward my bed. Leaning over me once more he says, “Call them. You want cops? I got cops. You want a lawyer? I got that too. Drugs? Sex? Women? I got it all baby.”
Chapter 7
Reaper
I sit with my arms crossed over my chest and glare at her. She’s been here for a few weeks now and I can’t get enough of watching