Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
This guy had a patch on his jacket that said his name was Breaker. I’m pretty sure that’s not what is on his birth certificate. His cut also indicated he was a member of the Savage Brothers MC. I’ve never heard of them. Honestly, I don’t want to. When he recovers, he can leave here and go back to where he comes from. Hopefully, the Feral Kings will never know I helped him.
I let my gaze move over the man in question and sigh. I’m stupid for doing this. I’m putting not only myself in danger but also my daughter. I should have just walked away, but I couldn’t just let him die. He’ll live, although he will sport a nice scar on his chest. It’s above his heart. Whoever shot him was planning on killing him. There was enough blood that the bastard probably didn’t realize he missed. I was worried myself until I got Breaker’s shirt off.
My gaze moves to the man. It should be against the law to look as good as he does. Large, wide shoulders, tattoos lovingly inked over a physique that has to have been kissed by the gods. His long dirty blond hair makes my fingers itch, wanting to know how it would feel to run my fingers through it. There are these little lines around his eyes that make me wonder if he laughs and smiles often. His body is littered with scars, meaning the wound I sewed up today will have a lot of company.
“Did you hear me?”
My gaze moves back to Iva. “Sorry, I must have spaced.”
“I asked what I could do to help you get the room ready?”
I smile. “I think I have a wedge pillow to keep his upper body elevated. I may need Coop’s help to get the portable oxygen concentrator in the house. I’m also going to need some clothes for the guy.”
“We’re already on it. Although you may not like what I’m about to tell you.”
I turn to look at Iva, a frown on my face. “What do you mean?”
“Coop was worried about you being here alone with Tinny.”
“I’m not exactly helpless, Iva,” I grumble. I hate when people see me as weak. I let myself become that way after Tinny was born, but that’s not who I am. I’ll never be that way again.
“I know that, Indy. You may not realize this, but you’re family to us. So, Coop called in a couple of favors from some of his buddies in Blackstone.”
“The mercenaries?” I squeak.
“The ex-mercenaries. Might I remind you that my husband did that work, too?”
“I don’t care about that. It’s just …” I take a breath and then forget all about the confident, independent woman I always try to be for my daughter and admit the truth. “They’re kind of scary looking.” My voice comes out way too squeaky, but she lets me away with it.
“They’re sweet as pie,” she counters, making me laugh.
“I don’t think that saying means what you think it means, Iva.” I let out a sigh. “Let’s get moving. I’d like to get him settled in a room before Tinny gets home.”
“I’ll call my man to come do some heavy lifting and I can drool,” she jokes, making me laugh.
There may be things I hate about living here, but I couldn’t have better friends than Cooper and Iva. Me and my daughter really are blessed.
Chapter 2
Breaker
“Don’t worry, big guy. You’re going to be just fine.”
Her voice.
It flows around me like warm water, reaching parts of me I didn’t even know were there. For a moment, I lose myself in the feeling. It doesn’t even matter that it’s not familiar at all. I’m positive I don’t know her. If I had heard this voice before, it would have been burned into my brain. It’s akin to molasses, smooth, thick, and clinging to me with a silky sweetness that I’d happily drown in. It makes me ache.
I struggle to open my eyes. I need to put a face to the voice. I want to see her. I try my best but can’t do it regardless of how hard I try. Darkness tries to overtake me, but I fight it. I need to look at this woman. It just isn’t familiar. Actually, nothing is.
Where am I?
I try to remember, but it’s like my mind is blank. I start to panic. This can’t be normal. My heart begins to beat erratically, getting faster and faster. There’s a mask on my face. Maybe oxygen? My nose burns. Am I in the hospital? Does that mean the voice belongs to a nurse or a doctor? Am I dying? Is that why I can’t open my eyes? She said I was going to be okay. Was she being honest or just telling me empty words to make me feel better? I try to concentrate so I can lift my eyelids. Somehow, I think if I can just see the woman behind the voice, I will feel better.