Ruined #5 (The MC Motorcycle Club Romance Series - Book #5)
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Authors: Alycia Taylor
RUINED
#5
THE
MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE SERIES
By
Alycia Taylor
Copyright
2014. All rights reserved.
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CHAPTER ONE
OLIVIA
I had just walked into the store when I heard the
phone ringing. My uncle picked it up and after a few seconds he said, “It’s for
you, Liv.”
I had left my cell phone off all night and morning.
I didn’t want to talk to Dax or listen to his excuses in a voice mail or read
them in a text.
“Is it Dax?” I asked him with what I hoped was an,
I don’t want to talk to him face
.
“No, it’s his mother,” my uncle said.
He handed me the phone and walked away. I stared at
it for a few seconds before finally concluding that if his mother was calling
me….something bad must have happened to Dax. I had a flashback to when he went
to jail and my heart was already speeding up when I finally said, “Hello?”
“Hi Olivia,
it’s
Gail.”
“Hi,” I said. “Is everything okay?”
“No honey. Dax was shot last night.”
Shot! What the fuck?
I
thought she was going to tell me he got arrested. That was bad enough, but I
had somewhat mentally prepared myself for that...but not shot.
“Is he okay? Where is he?”
“The bullet went through his abdomen. They had to do
some repairs to his stomach and they removed his spleen. He’s pretty doped up
right now, but he’s out of surgery and they said he did fine.”
“Oh God,” I said.
“I tried to call you last night, honey, but I was
never able to get through. I left a bunch of voice mails…”
“I’m sorry. My phone was off. Can I come and see
him?” I asked.
I felt numb and at the same time, shaky all over. I
knew something bad was going to happen and as happy as I was that he was alive,
I wanted to kick his ass for doing exactly what his mother and I had been
telling him not to.
“Of course, honey. They just moved him out of ICU
onto the floor. He’s in room 217.”
“Okay, I’ll be there soon,” I told her.
“Okay but drive safe. There’s no emergency now. He’s
not going anywhere.”
“I will, thank you, Gail.”
I told my uncle that Dax was in the hospital. I
avoided telling him why. He told me he’d call someone else in and to go and not
worry about it. I grabbed my purse and headed for the hospital. The whole way I
couldn’t stop thinking about how scared Dax must have been, how much pain he
must have been in. It actually caused me physical pain to think about it. I was
still angry, but now I was angry at whoever did this to him. If they would have
been in front of me, I might have shot them myself.
It seemed like it took me forever to get to the
hospital. It was normally only a thirty minute drive but it actually only took
me about twenty-five minutes. I was in a high state of anxiety before I got
there though.
I practically ran from the parking lot to the
elevator and took it up to the second floor. I found 217 and when I got to the
door of the room, I had to force myself to stop and take a deep breath before I
went inside. Feeling slightly calmer, I pushed open the door. I saw Gail,
sitting in the corner in a chair. She smiled and gave me a little wave. The
curtain around the bed
was pulled
about half way so I
could see the outline of Dax’s body under the sheet, but I couldn’t see his
face. Gail saw I was hesitating and she beckoned at me to come in further. I
forced my feet to move forward and when I got to the bed I closed my eyes for a
second before finally looking around the curtain.
Dax was pale, almost as white as the sheets on the
bed. He had an IV with a bunch of bags hanging off of the pole and some other
kind of tube coming out of his stomach and going to a container on the wall.
There was some kind of green foamy stuff in the container. I guessed it was
suctioning stuff from his stomach. There was a bag hanging on the side of the
bed with urine in it so he must have had a catheter in as well. He was such a
big guy but lying in that bed with all of that stuff hooked up to him made him
look smaller somehow, and so pathetic. I felt tears in my eyes as I leaned down
and kissed him on the forehead.
“You’re an idiot,” I whispered to him, “But I still
love you so much. I’m so glad you’re going to be okay.”
I felt Gail’s hand resting on my shoulder and I
turned to look at her. “I’m going to go down and get us some lunch,” she said.
I nodded and wiped one of the tears from my eye.
Gail wrapped me up in her arms and that was when I finally lost it. I felt bad,
but I couldn’t stop. I would stop for a second and then I would think again
about how easily we could have lost him and start crying all over again. Gail
was great. She just held onto me and let me cry, not saying a word.
When I finally stopped I said, “I’m sorry, I know
he’s okay but I can’t help thinking about how much worse it could have been.”
She smiled and said, “Don’t be sorry.
I
’m just not crying now because I’m cried out. I cried on
Bull’s shoulder all night.” She handed me a tissue and I took it and blew my
nose. “I’m going down for the food, I’ll be right back.”
I forced a smile and nodded. I was afraid if I tried
to speak that I’d start crying all over again. Once Gail left, I turned back to
the bed. I ran my hand lightly across Dax’s handsome face and said, “I’m not
leaving you this time, not ever. All of this craziness has forced me to take a
deeper look at how I feel about you, Dax. I love you so much. I don’t want to
be without you, ever. I can’t even imagine a life without you any longer. I
don’t want to even try. So, you better hurry and get out of this bed so we can
hurry and start getting on with our lives.”
It wasn’t like the movies. He didn’t wake up with
any snappy come backs, but I hoped he heard me. I had meant every word. From
there on out, if he ever wanted to get rid of me, he was going to have to pry
me off of him.
I sat with him and listened to the gentle beep of
his monitors. The nurse came in and took his vital signs and emptied his
catheter. I watched her do it all, talking to Dax or me the whole time. She was
smiling and she looked genuinely happy to be doing her job.
I
wondered how good of a job it had to be to feel like you could wear a smile as
you dumped out someone’s pee as well as the contents of their stomach that were
freshly sucked out through a tube.
“Can I ask you a question?” I asked her before she
left.
“Sure,” she said.
“How long did it take you to become a nurse?”
“I went for four years,” she said. “You can do it in
two or a little less, but I wanted to also get my degree. Are you thinking
about becoming a nurse?” she asked.
“I might be,” I told her. “I just signed up at the
University but I wasn’t really sure what I wanted to do yet. I was just
watching you and you seem to really like your job.”
The nurse smiled again. “I do like my job…actually,
I love it. I can’t imagine doing anything else. I like knowing when I go home
at night that it’s with the satisfaction that although I’m not saving the
world, I at least did all that I could do for the ones that I was in charge of
for the day.”
“Thank you,” I told her.
She smiled and said, “You’re welcome, hon. Good luck
to you too.”
Gail came in as the nurse was leaving. She had an
armful of food so I went to help her. There was a little table in the room so
we set up for lunch there.
“I don’t suppose sleeping beauty woke up while I was
gone, did he?”
“No,” I told her. “But the nurse says he’s doing
really well vital signs wise. “
“Good, my boy likes his sleep,” Gail said with a
smile. “He’s probably just taking advantage of a prime opportunity.”
I laughed. She was right, Dax did love to sleep.
“Let’s sit and eat,” she said.
She had gotten us sub sandwiches, chips, and sodas.
After she sat it all up and we started eating, I finally asked, “Do they know
who shot him?”
Gail sat her sandwich down and looked at me. “Well,
you and I know that they probably all know who did it by now, but so far no one
is stepping up and saying anything. Bull says he didn’t even know Dax was in
the garage until they heard the gunshot and ran back to see what was going on.
Thank God they were all still there though; Dax may have lain there and bled to
death overnight.”
“Wasn’t it late? What would he have been doing in
the garage at that time of night?”
Gail looked over at him and said, “I have no idea.
One thing I’m sure of is that it had something to do with all of that nonsense
he told me he was going to leave in the past.”
“Yeah, he told me the same thing. I started out
wanting to kick his ass, now I think when he wakes up he’ll be lucky if I don’t
kiss and hug him to death.”
Gail smiled and said, “Me too. It’s amazing how fast
we can forgive and forget, isn’t it?”
“I’ve forgiven him,” I told her. “But, I don’t plan
on forgetting. I plan on standing by his side, but making sure that nothing
else like this ever happens along the way.”
“Good for you,” Gail said. Then, with a far off look
in her eyes she said, “You’re a better woman than me. I’m glad Dax has you.”
“What are you talking about? Dax thinks the sun
rises and sets on you, Gail. Everyone thinks you’re such a great lady.”
Gail had tears in her eyes when she said, “It’s easy
for me to blame Bull for all that’s happened to our family. But the truth is
,
I could have walked away a long time ago, as soon as I
found out what kind of
business
he
was actually running.
I
didn’t though and Brock and
Dax were raised on the fringes of a criminal enterprise. That’s as much my
fault as anyone’s.”
“Oh Gail. I’m sorry you feel that way. We all make
the decisions that we do, within a moment. We try to think of what the future
will hold when we do, but there’s so much of the future that’s going to change
before we get there that it’s impossible. I know you thought you were doing the
best thing for those boys…You raised a good, decent son. You should be really
proud of that.”
“I’m really proud of him,” Gail said, looking over
at Dax. “I love him so much.”
“Me too,” I said with a smile as I picked my
sandwich back up to finish my lunch.
CHAPTER
TWO
DAX
Olivia and I were in a big, white house. Everything
was white, the walls and the curtains, the furniture and the carpets…Olivia
even had on a white dress. It wasn’t a wedding dress, but it was white and
frilly and with her dark hair and eyes she looked gorgeous. We were sitting on
the white couch in our white house. We even had a snow white husky running
around. There wasn’t a spot on anything. I’m not sure how we did it. We weren’t
saying anything and the silence was almost deafening before the ringing of a
doorbell shrilly broke it.
Olivia smiled creepily and practically floated
towards the door, like one of the
Stepford
Wives
.
When she pulled it open and I saw who it was, I tried to scream but no sound
came out. Suddenly, he pulled out the gun and he took two shots at Liv first.
Then he turned it on me. I lost count, but I thought I ended up with four.
Blake kicked me and more bizarre than any of that, he put his foot on Olivia’s
back and Terrance suddenly appeared with a big camera…the kind the Paparazzi
use. He took a picture of his father with his gun, standing over his kill. They
did the same for me, only this time Brock was the camera man. I looked around
at the house, at the deep scarlet of the blood that was staining the carpets.
Fuck! I thought we’d never get those stains out.
That was when I woke up. I could hear beeping noises
and the soft sound of female voices. It took me a second to be able to pull my
eyelids open. When I finally did, I saw that I was in a hospital. What the hell
was I doing there? I closed my eyes again and tried to remember the night
before. I remembered arguing with Olivia…again. Then I took the heroin out of
the crate and went to the garage to put it in Terrance and Blake’s bikes…Fuck.
My dad had come in and caught me. Did my dad shoot me? Thinking about it made
my head hurt. I opened my eyes again and that was when I saw my mom.