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“I believe you, Jaxon.” She gives him a shy smile then kisses my forehead and leaves the room. I know she doesn’t agree with the choices I’m making, but she’s not going to stand in my way either.
“Cassie, will you take me to see Gabe now?” She looks hesitant but does as I ask. The guys may have a heart attack, but I need them to understand I have to see him with my own eyes. I need to see him breathing.
Lucky grabs hold of Cassie’s arm before we hit the door. “There and back. No detours.”
“Yes, Dad.” We mock as we leave the room.
Chapter 8
Cassie
Theelevatoropensupand I push Angel towards the front of the nurses’ station. “Excuse me, can you tell me what room Gabriel Garcia is in?” I ask the nurse sitting behind the desk.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but we aren’t allowed to give out that information. You’ll—” I turn away from her before she can finish. Angel wants to see Gabe, and that’s what we are going to do.
We pass a waiting room that’s full of Sons but I don’t see my favorite Son in there so I keep going. I know he’s here. He told me he wouldn’t leave his side and I believe him. I barely know the guy, but I still feel like I can take him at his word, especially when it comes to this.
The nurse comes barreling down the hallway yelling for security. I start hauling ass down the hallway trying my best to navigate the wheelchair. I turn the corner and run smack dab into the man I’m searching for.
“Slow down, speed racer!” He chuckles, throwing his hands toward Angel to stop the impact. “Double trouble, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
How is it that he looks hotter than I remember? Standing there in jeans, a white tee that hugs his muscles and his cut over it. Both arms are covered in tattoos. I never thought I’d be attracted to a man that looks like him, but damn was I wrong. My eyes are glued to his sleeves and I can't help but wonder what tattoos his shirt is covering up.
“Eyes up here, Princess.” He laughs, shaking his head at me. Angel turns in the chair, making this moment even more embarrassing than it already was. My cheeks heat up and I’m sure they are a bright rosy shade of pink.
“Ma’am, you cannot be here.” The nurse yells from behind us. Zeke holds up a hand to stop the lady from continuing, then waves her off. The nurse huffs a loud breath before stomping off in the direction she came from.
“Now it all makes sense,” Angel whispers, but not low enough so that he doesn’t catch her sarcasm.
“And what might that be, sugar?” Zeke asks, eyeing us curiously.
“I get why Cass didn’t put up a fight to bring me here when I asked.” Way to have a girl's back, Angel.
“I’m assuming you’re here to see the boss man?” Zeke asks.
“Can I see him? I know you told them no visitors, but I need to be with him,” Angel pleads. Zeke looks from Angel to me then leads us to Gabriel’s room.
We walk into the room, me pushing Angel in the wheelchair, and she immediately lets out a gasp as she takes in Gabriel. He’s hooked up to more monitors than Angel had been and he looks frail. Gabriel Garcia has always been a beast in size and his personality, but seeing him like this makes him a little less monster and a little more human. His skin is yellowing like jaundice, which can’t be good. The only thing I know about it is from when my grandma was dying. Her skin was the same color, and she had liver failure. I hope that isn’t the case here.
I push Angel beside the bed and put on the brakes. Giving Zeke a nod towards the hall to suggest we give them a minute. “Hey, sweetie, we will be right outside. I’ll give you a little while with him then come back and check on you. Okay?” Angel nods subtly as the tears stream down her cheeks, but she doesn’t make a sound as I grab Zeke by the arm and lead him into the hallway.
As soon as the door shuts behind us, I let out a sigh. I can’t believe that any of this is real. My best friend was shot and almost died. Now she’s awake and with her lover? Friend? Hell, I don’t know what he is to her, but I just hope he stays alive long enough for them to figure it all out.
Zeke pulls me into his arms, holding me tight. He rubs small circles on my back to try to calm me. I didn’t even realize I had got worked up, but as I tremble in his arms, the reality of the situation hits me. It’s weird how our body reacts before our mind can even catch up to what’s happening.
“It’s okay, princess. Everything will be alright,” Zeke whispers into the side of my head as I squeeze him a little tighter. Zeke kisses the top of my head, then pulls back to get a look at me. Using the pad of his thumb, he wipes away my tears. I don’t know what comes over me, but as he moves his hand away I grab it. Staring into his eyes, I move his thumb to my lips. His eyes go wide as he realizes what I’m about to do, but before I can lose my nerve my tongue whips out licking the salty evidence of my sadness from his skin.
Zeke tastes like danger, temptation and every desire I’ve had stirring inside me since our day in the bathroom. He awoke a need in me that no boy my age has been able to fill.
He chuckles, pulling away from me. “Your brother would kick my ass if he saw you doing that,” he laughs as he walks over to the chairs in the waiting room. I stand there for a minute, feeling rejected. “And those psycho twins would start an all out war over you.” He falls into the chair with a laugh. “Is that what you want, princess? You want me to go to war over you?” he asks jokingly, but damn just the thought of Zeke willing to fight for me has heat flooding my core once again.
“My brother might try to kill you, but Sinner and Shadow don’t give a damn what I do,” I respond with a matter-a-fact attitude, but Zeke isn’t buying what I’m selling.
“I think you have more men wrapped around your pretty little finger than you realize,” he chuckles, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles.
The thought of Sinner and Shadow being wrapped around anything is laughable. They treat me like a nuisance. Three months of following me around but at the same time ignoring my very existence. There were a few late nights where I thought we had bonded, but that was a joke because the very next day they went back to acting like I was just another job to them, treating me like a child they had to babysit. Which I guess in a way that’s all I was, but a girl can dream, right?
I’m seventeen to their thirty. They’ve lived life, four tours in Afghanistan between them. They’ve tortured and killed people while I’ve never even been outside of Cali. My life is just getting started and the adventures I plan on having will rival the best of them. I’m ready to be loved, to live and die not wasting a single second of my life. I want to live life to the fullest.
