Chapter 8
Saint
“Brother, take a god damned chill pill, would you? She told you she would be here in thirty minutes. She’s only five minutes late.” Jasper said,
I didn’t comment on anything the fucker said. But come the fuck on, telling me to take a chill pill? He has met me... right?
For some weird as fuck reason, my hand went up to my chest, my knuckles rubbing at the place over my heart. The heart was made up of three chambers.
Two beings had invaded it.
And forever, they would stay.
When another thirty minutes had passed and still no sign of them, I was pacing.
I had called and called and called.
The brothers were getting worried along with me.
Just as I made another pass through the main room of the clubhouse, my phone rang.
Whipping it out, I figured I broke it when I slammed it open, put it to my ear, and asked, “Baby?”
A woman’s voice I didn’t recognize asked, “Hi, is this Benjamin Christopher, otherwise known as Saint?”
My brows furrowed, “Yeah, who the fuck is this?”
“My name is Connelly Zabo. I’m a nurse at Bayou Bend Hospital. We were asked to call you for an Ophelia and Soraya Cartwright.”
“Are they okay?” I asked as my fist rubbed over my heart.
My brothers were up and pulling their keys out of their pockets as I heard, “Yes. They are both going to be fine. Can you come to the hospital? Just ask for me.”
Thankfully, I hadn’t broken my phone, as I ran toward my bike, pocketing it.
***
My boots pounded on the white floor as I ate up the distance, getting to their room.
“I want Saint,” that little voice saying she wanted me... fuck me.
Turning the corner into her room, I said, “I’m right, here princess. I’m right here.”
The nurse at her side jumped back and used the tablet to cover her face.
Soraya’s little blue eyes popped, and then I watched as crocodile tears streamed down her face as her little arms came up, one of them was wrapped in that ugly-as-hell brown wrap.
Getting to her, I gently lifted her, one hand cradling the back of her head and pressing it to my neck, as I whispered, “You're okay. Thank fuckin’ Christ.”
That was when I heard my woman screaming, “Where is my daughter?”
Nuke, who had followed me into the room, stepped around the brothers who had also followed me and signaled to someone.
In the next instance, I watched as my woman moved toward us at a speed she shouldn’t be moving with a white bandage wrapped around her head.
She collided with me.
My arms were full of the two beings I treasured when I looked at Nuke and mouthed, “Find out what the fuck happened.”
He jerked up his chin.
Ten minutes later, after the doctor huffed about Ophelia leaving her room, they gave her the all-clear, but that she had a mild concussion, bruising, and whiplash.
My little princess, however, had thrown her arm out to stop herself and had broken it.
They were in the process of wrapping it in a dark brown cast. When the doctor asked her why, she said, “Same color as my Saint’s eyes.”
And that... well... I had to bury my face in Ophelia’s neck to conceal a tear that ran out from the corner of my eye.
Nuke came back and told me.
I asked, “Where’s the son of a bitch?”
My woman took in the people around us and started to whisper, “Saint...”
I looked down at her and said, “Love, I need to know where he is.”
When her eyes looked deeply into mine, she nodded, “Okay.” Then she whispered, “Be careful.”
Oh, I was careful after I left a few brothers to keep watch over them.
Kettle, however, wouldn’t be left behind.
So, I got it when he slammed his fist into the fucker’s face. Then he growled and stalked out of the room.
That was when I got in the fucker’s face and sneered, “You almost took away my reasons for living, now, I’m going to take you out.”
Merlin had told us ways, years ago, how to commit murder and get away with it.
I was using one of those methods now.
And that night, after we had all gotten home, I was placing a pillow underneath Soraya’s arm before I settled in to read her a story, something we had started the night after they had moved in when she asked, “Saint?”
I lowered my frame onto her bed and asked, “Yes, princess?”
“Will you marry my Monnie?” she asked.
I had thought about it.
I can’t tell you how many times I have thought about it.
Some might think we’re crazy, but when you know... you know.
Therefore, I asked, “One day. I do plan to ask her. Would that be okay with you?”
“Will I’s become your daughter?” she asked.
I nodded, “Yeah. If you want that.”
That was when my little princess said, “My daddy never tucked me in. He never read me a bedtime story. He never held me. You do all of that. So yes. It’s okay with me. Long as I get you, too.”
I wished with all my might I had hit that fucker harder.
Maybe one day...
One could fucking hope.