They just took her for a CAT scan.
I’m coming with Rocky.
I had just met Olive half an hour ago, but I knew without a doubt that was the last thing she wanted her mom to do. No. She should be released soon. I will let you know when we are on the way.
If she is not home by three, I am coming there. That was only a couple of hours from now, but I figured we should be on the way by then.
Also, I knew that was not a threat but a promise. 10-4.
I shoved my phone in my pocket and kicked my feet out in front of me. I had talked with Gene, and he said that as long as the results from her tests came back okay, we should be out of here soon. I just hoped that was soon enough for Olive’s mom.
I had texted Smoke asking if they had made it to Faye, but I hadn’t heard back from him yet. My phone buzzed, and I fought back the urge to chuck it across the room when I saw Yarder’s name.
“Yo,” I called into the phone.
“Everything okay there?” Yarder called.
“Don’t know much. She’s banged up, and they are running a bunch of tests. You could have mentioned that she has a kid,” I grunted.
“That a problem for you?” he asked.
“No, but her mother bugging the hell out of me about wanting to come to the hospital is driving me a little crazy.” Chicks with kids were not a problem for me. It was all the unnecessary drama that sometimes came with them.
The most common drama typically came from the dad, but it seemed like Olive was long over her ex.
“You’ll be fine. Unless she still lives with her mom, and then you might have a long couple of weeks in front of you.”
“Couple of weeks?” I grunted. “You really think it is going to take that long to figure out what the hell happened?”
“I don’t know, Cue. Right now, it’s the middle of the night, and we haven’t figured out anything from when I last saw you an hour ago.”
I hadn’t thought they would figure out who blew up the gym yet, but I didn’t think it was going to take weeks to figure it out. “If she lives with her mom, I’m bringing her and her kid to the clubhouse. It’s enough you sticking me with babysitting duty. I’m not dealing with her mom on top of it.”
Yarder chuckled. “Can’t blame you, man. Just let me know what you’re up to and if you need anything.”
“I’m going to need a car, Yarder. I’m pretty sure putting Olive on the back of my bike isn’t the best idea right now.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. I’ll have Throttle and Compass bring you a car. Keys will be under the floor mat.”
“Thanks.” I ended the call and tossed my phone on Olive’s bed.
A couple of weeks?
Fucking hell.
*
Chapter Four
Olive
“Is something wrong?”
Cue Ball scanned the parking lot and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Uh, did you forget where you parked?” Gene snickered.
“I know where I parked my bike, but that’s gone,” Cue Ball grunted.
“What?” I gasped. “Someone stole your motorcycle?” Wouldn’t that just be the cherry on top of a craptastic night?
“That might be for the best since I wouldn’t recommend you roaring out of here on the back of a motorcycle. The doctor cleared you to leave, but you do still have a slight concussion,” Gene advised.
“Throttle took my bike and left a car for me. I just don’t know what car and where he parked it.” He pulled out his phone and sent off a message.
“You guys have that many cars that you don’t know which one they brought?” Gene asked. “I’m in the wrong profession if you biker boys have a ton of cars and bikes at your disposal.”
“You couldn’t be more wrong, Gene. Stick with being a nurse, trust me. You won’t have to sell your soul to make a go of it.” Cue Ball stepped into the aisle of the parking lot and looked to the left and right.
Gene tipped his head to the side. “Oh, okay. Could you be a little bit more mysterious?”
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing your bike wasn’t stolen, but you think they would have told you what they left you to drive,” I interrupted. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know why or how Cue had sold his soul.
“If it were anyone but Throttle and Compass dropping off the car, they would have told me. Well,” he pondered, “if it would have been anyone but someone from the club, they would have told me where the car was.” His phone dinged, and he headed off to the left. “I’ll be right back, doll.”
“How long have you two been together?” Gene asked.
“Oh, uh, well, not very long,” I hemmed. That wasn’t a lie, right? I mean, we had been together for the past couple of hours, so under a very loose definition, we have been together for a short time. I settled back into my wheelchair and fiddled with the hem of the shirt I had borrowed from Cue. My shirt had been torn and tattered from the explosion, and Cue had an extra shirt with him.
I assumed it was for when he was out and stayed the night with one of the many women who were pounding on his door. I may have been blown up, but I wasn’t blind.
Cue Ball was a gorgeous man who, without a doubt, never had a problem having a warm body in bed with him every night.
“Hold on to that one, honey. He’s a little rough around the edges, but you can tell he is a good guy.” Gene sat down on the bench next to me and crossed his legs. “He reminds me of my James. Rough on the outside, but a teddy bear at heart.”
“I like that for you,” I smiled.
“Me, too,” he laughed. “I wasn’t looking for anyone after being burned so many times in the past, but James just came out of nowhere. Swept me off my feet, and it’s been the best seven years of my life.”
I had given up on love for myself after Tag showed me how easily a heart broke, but I still loved love for everyone else.
“Son of a bitch!” a loud shout rang.
“Uh, oh,” Gene laughed. “Should we take bets on what kind of car Cue is going to roll up here with?” he chuckled.
“I can’t even imagine what his friends did to him since I can’t believe they didn’t even tell him where they parked it.”
“Pink Cadillac,” Gene guessed. “Or something that is pink. I have a feeling Cue might not be so in touch with his feminine side and would be put off by a pink car.”
“You might be right, but you would think with all that testosterone dripping off him, it wouldn’t matter.”
“You could be right,” Gene agreed. “But if he is driving a pink car, I am taking a picture. James would want to see.”
“I can’t argue with that. If I had my phone, I would do the same.” I had zero clue where my phone was. Another thing I was going to need to deal with when my head stopped pounding like a freight train was going through it.
Gene stood, and his mouth dropped open.
“What is it?” I asked. I couldn’t see past the row of cars to the left.
“Wow.”
“Oh,” I gasped when a white van stopped in front of us.
It wasn’t a minivan, though, that the soccer moms drove.