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“Paige, your injuries were mainly to your abdominal region. When you were brought in, a pipe was sticking out of your stomach and we had to take you into surgery to remove it. Unfortunately, the way it entered your body, we had to perform a complete hysterectomy because nothing could be saved and we couldn’t get the bleeding to stop until we did that. You also have a sprained right wrist that we’ve got a brace on and a nasty gash on the side of your head we had to put stitches in. We’re keeping an eye on your right knee as well right now. It’s too swollen to get a clear reading on it and see if there’s been any significant damage that will require surgery to repair it. There’s a bandage covering your head for now and nurses will check it every few hours to make sure there’s no kind of infection setting in. We’ve got you on heavy doses of antibiotics through your IV, pain medicine to help ease the pain from the surgery and your other injuries, and we’ll take you down once the swelling has started to go down in order to find out what’s going on with your knee. We’ll discuss our options once we know what has to be done, if anything.
“Lyric, you’re a little bit luckier than your sister. We did have to take you into surgery for your wrist. It was severely broken and there’s now a rod in it. We’ll be keeping an eye on it to make sure your body doesn’t reject it. Most of your body has cuts and bruises on it meaning most of the wounds are superficial. There are a few deep wounds we’ve had to stitch up. I’m sorry to say those ones are most likely going to scar. We can bring in a plastic surgeon to talk to you if you’d like. I’ll let you think about that for the time being. Like Paige, you have a gash on your head that’s been stitched and has a bandage over. You’re also on pain medicine and heavy doses of antibiotics. Your ankle is sprained as well. It kind of looks like it got wedged under the front seat or something and you tried to yank it out. Do either one of you have questions for me?”
“Where’s our dad?” I ask, my voice filled with emotion as I look over at my sister to find silent tears streaming down her face.
If there’s one thing I know about my sister, it’s that she’s always wanted to be a mom. She wants a houseful of kids and her dream has just been ripped away from her. At least in her eyes. I know there’s plenty of other ways to have kids, but Paige always wanted to carry them and then give birth to her biological children before adopting or fostering others who needed someone to love them.
“I’m not sure how to say this,” Dr. Cantrell starts, looking away from my sister and me. “Your dad was brought in with the both of you. He didn’t make it out of surgery. His heart gave out and the doctors working on him did everything they could to get it started again, but nothing worked.”
I can’t hold in the sob that breaks loose. Paige is just as loud as we realize our dad isn’t at our sides because he died. Paige is now the only person I have in the world as family and I’m not old enough to not be put in the foster care system. Are they gonna come in here and pull me away from Paige? She’s over eighteen, but I still have four months until my birthday. The county could literally come in here and take me away from the only family I have left and we wouldn’t be able to do anything.
“I’m going to give the two of you some time. If you need anything, press your call button. The nurse will administer your medicine before leaving the room. I’m just going to say that the police have already been here asking to speak with the two of you. They’ll return. I’ll hold them off as long as I can,” Dr. Cantrell says before leaving the room with a sad smile on her face.
The nurse goes from Paige to me before she leaves the room as well. I turn to face my sister to find her looking at me.
“I’m so sorry, Paige. So sorry,” I say as sobs make my voice break and waver.
She’s crying so hard now she can’t say a word in response. I want to get out of this bed and comfort my sister, but I’m attached to machines and everything else so I can’t. We’re not even close enough to touch hands if we reach out to one another. This leaves us to grieve on our own without being able to comfort one another. I grieve the loss of our dad while Paige grieves his loss along with her ability to have children. Never did I believe one night out would change our entire lives. It took a split second and our decision not to talk our dad out of driving for our entire world to shatter. I regret going out and making us lose so much for one decision.
Paige and I don’t talk. I’m not sure how long I lay there while the medicine works its way through my body. My eyes flutter close a few times as the pain medicine kicks in and I know sleep will pull me under soon. I’ve always had reactions to pain medicine and it works better on me than most other people. That loopy feeling I get starts to make an appearance as I keep my eyes firmly closed. Exhaustion fills me as the medicine makes it easier for me to sleep once again. When I’m asleep, I don’t think of the loss of our dad or what Paige must be going through right now. My mind is completely blank as I let sleep claim me.
Chapter One
Kevlar
TODAY’S THE FIRST day I haven’t been watching over Lyric in months. She was with Kasey when they were run off the road by a jealous bitch. Well, the bitch had some guy working with her and he’s the one who ran them off the side of the road. At first we couldn’t be sure who the target was because we didn’t have anything going on with the club at the time. And as far as we knew, the bitch in question wasn’t in town and was expressly informed to stay away from us. It wasn’t until later that we learned she remained just outside of town and continued to plot in order to get what she wanted—Shield. The slut couldn’t believe he didn’t want her and was delusional thinking they were in some kind of relationship and he loved her and not Kasey. Thankfully, Shield and Kasey were able to sort their shit out and now have three amazing children together. Our family is certainly growing on a regular basis. Everyone seems to be popping kids out lately.
I really can’t say much. Out of my brothers and me, I’m the one who’s always wanted to have an ol’ lady and kids. I don’t want to wait, but I will until I find the woman I know is meant for me and me alone. However, I’ve already found her. Lyric. The second I laid eyes on her, I knew she was meant to be mine. Because of everything she was going through, I tried to remain nothing more than her friend and simply be there for her. It didn’t take us long to have sex though. Honestly, sex with Lyric is off the fucking charts and the best I’ve ever had. Yes, I’ve had my fair share of women. Being a biker almost ensures you get laid on a regular basis. Women want a walk on the wild side and a night or two with a biker. Plus, we have the club girls and they’re always up for sex.
The second I met Lyric, I knew the club girls and random pieces of strange from Cedar Bay and the surrounding towns weren’t going to satisfy me any longer. Not after I tasted her and felt her hot, wet pussy wrapped around my cock. For the first time in my life, I lost my fucking head and we didn’t use a condom. I never forget to wrap my shit up. With Lyric, there wasn’t even a hesitation as I slid inside her pussy and savored the feeling of coming home. Yeah, I know it's cliché as hell, but that’s how I felt.
After the first time we had sex, I didn’t push her for it to happen again. It was literally the only thing I could think about, but I still refrained from making a move on her. Instead, I kept watching over her, held her when she needed me to, and was there for her any way she’d let me be at her side. It wasn’t until a month and a half after we’d had sex that I finally pulled my head out of my ass and told Lyric exactly what I wanted with her. I’d used that time to get to know her, spend time with her, and start to fall in love with her. From the very beginning we had a connection and that time only deepened what we felt for one another.
Now, Lyric and I have this weird relationship neither one of us are putting labels on as we spend time together, have sex, and go out on a date every now and then. Like the first time, I haven’t ever used a condom with Lyric. She’s not on birth control and I know we’re playing a risky game, but I’m not about to complain that she might get pregnant. I can only hope she’s the mother of my children and that it brings us even closer together than we already are.
I can’t stop thinking about Lyric when I’m not with her. From the second my eyes open until I climb back in bed at the end of a long day, Lyric is on my mind. Even when I’m sleeping, she’s in my dreams. I’ve never once felt about a girl the way I do Lyric. While I thought I’d be scared of feeling this way, I’m not scared at all. I simply can’t wait for the second I can put eyes on her and spend time with her. She usually sends me a message when she wakes up, but if I don’t have one when I get up, I send her one. My brothers tease me constantly about the way I am with Lyric. Ricochet really has no room to talk considering he’s so fucked up when it comes to her sister, Paige, that he can’t think straight.
Stretching as I wake up, my body pops and cracks from my neck down to my toes. Every fucking morning it’s the same thing. Lyric hates when I crack every bone in my body the second I wake up and stretch. I really can’t do anything about it though. Years of football, taking risks, breaking bones, and all sorts of other crazy shit are the reasons my body cracks the way it does. Pulling my phone from the stand next to me, I look to see if I’ve gotten anything from Lyric yet. Yep, there’s a message on my phone.
Princess: Good morning, Shawn. I hope you had a good night. I’m heading out to get some groceries and will talk to you later.
Me: Good morning, Princess. I’m just getting up. If you need help with the groceries, let me know and I’ll come over. I don’t have to work today.
Setting my phone back down, I’m surprised when it rings almost immediately. Picking it right back up, I see ‘Princess’ on the screen and a smile covers my face as I answer the call.
“Couldn’t wait to hear my voice?” I tease because Lyric has already told me she loves my voice just after I wake up when it’s just a little bit deeper and has a hint of growl to it.
“Shawn, I’m in trouble. I was on my way home and two of my tires popped. I’m on the side of the road now and the car is loaded down with groceries,” Lyric tells me, tears clogging her voice as she tells me what’s going on.
“Okay, Princess. Let me get dressed and I’ll be right there. Text me and let me know where you are so I can head out. I’ll get your car taken care of and bring my truck so we can get your groceries home. Can you keep the air conditionin’ runnin’ until I get there so everythin’ doesn’t go bad?” I ask her, not sure if her car has enough gas to stay running.
“Yeah. I just filled my tank and can turn it back on. I tried to change one of the tires, but the spare has some rot or something and is flatter than the tire it tried to replace,” she says, a sob finally escaping as my heart breaks for Lyric.
“I’ll be right there, Princess. Give me long enough to get dressed and we’ll get everythin’ taken care of. I think Hawkeye is on tows today and he won’t have a problem comin’ out to get your car,” I promise the girl I fall a little bit more in love with on a daily basis.
I might have only met Lyric seven months ago, but it’s been the best seven months of my life. I spend as much time with her as I can and it’s taken some time for her to let me in enough to realize I’m not going to fuck her over like whatever fuckboys she’s dated in the past. I’m not some fucking player who’s going to take advantage of her. I want to be with her and make her my ol’ lady. Hell, my fucking parents love her already and I know they’re coming down soon to spend time with her and Paige. I only know about their visit because Lyric told me. I’m not even sure if they plan on coming to the clubhouse or seeing my brothers and me at all when they’re in town. This is definitely a first for me and my parents. Ricochet and Hawkeye don’t even know what to think of this situation with our parents.
Rushing around my room at the clubhouse, I get dressed in a pair of jeans and throw on the first tee-shirt I pull out of my drawer. I slide my feet into my boots and make sure I have my keys, phone, and everything else I’ll need. On my way out of my room, after locking the door, I call Hawkeye.
