Chapter 7
seven
The Heathen
“Mom, you gotta convince them to let me out of here,” I beg. “I’m going crazy!”
“It’s just a few more days,” she says. “For observation.”
“For the last time, I didn’t try to kill myself,” I say through a groan. “Though I might if I have to sit here one more day. Think I could throw myself out the window?”
“That’s not something to joke about,” she says, frowning at me. “And don’t even try to have Charlie sneak you in another bottle of alcohol. The last thing you need is something making your blood thinner. That was extremely irresponsible of her.”
“Okay, but she probably saved my life,” I point out. “Since I’d already have jumped if she and Frankie hadn’t brought me something to break up the monotony.”
“What did Frankie bring you?” she demands.
“Boehner’s Burgers,” I admit, then add, “A man cannot live on Jell-O alone.”
“I’m sorry, honey,” Mom says, sinking onto the edge of the bed and smoothing the tangle of hair back from my forehead. “I know this is tough. But it’s not up to me. It’s up to your doctors. I’d rather have you at home, where I can take care of you.”
“On second thought, I’m better off here,” I say, turning my head away. “Enough with the hovering already. I promise, I don’t want to die.”
She nods, her eyes going shiny with tears, magnified and, as Dad always says, bright as the Irish Sea. “I hope not,” she says. “I know this year has been tough. With Mercy coming back, the memories must be a lot.”
“The memories were already a lot,” I point out. “And Mercy’s not a problem. We patched things up. I told you that.”
She draws back. “You didn’t tell me that.”
“Oh,” I say. “Sorry. I thought I did. Maybe it was Frankie or Charlie. I just assume y’all all tell each other everything.”
“I’m going to have to have a word with them,” she says, but she smiles despite trying to maintain a stern expression. “Anyway, I’ve got to get going. I’ll be back on the air tomorrow. Your father’s on his way in, though, so you won’t be alone for long.”
“Trust me, I’m not lonely,” I say. “The nurses are obsessed with me.”
“I’m sure they are,” she says with a little eyeroll. She leans down and plants a kiss on my forehead before I can turn away. “I love you, my sweet boy. I’ll be in tomorrow right after the broadcast.”
“Okay, Mom,” I say. “Love you too. Haven’t been your sweet boy in a while though.”
“To me, you always will be,” she says, picking up her bag. “But don’t feel like you have to get in more trouble to prove me wrong.”
When she’s gone, I pick up my phone, but I’m bored of everything on it.
I’m about to drive myself crazy. I pick up my wallet and flip it open, slipping my finger into the compartment behind the cards.
I stroke the two coarse hairs inside, feeling the little kinks in them.
My cock starts stirring right away. I dump them into my palm, one dark and one coppery.
I lift them to my nose, close my eyes and inhale, imagining I can smell them on the hairs, Mercy’s sweet scent and Saint’s earthy, musky one.
I hold them between my finger and thumb and push them between my lips, then slide them out, feeling their rough but silky texture.
I do it again, letting my tongue linger on them this time, searching for a trace of their taste on the hairs.
My cock is throbbing and straining now, so I tuck them back in my wallet and lay back in frustration.
It’s been way too fucking long since my dick’s gotten any attention, sponge bath jokes aside.
I close my eyes and picture the last time, when I was inside Mercy, my cock sheathed in her tight heat, my fist wrapped around her brother’s cock.
I hold back a groan and shift my hips on the bed.
My right arm is fine, and I can work around the IV cords.
I lift the blankets and slide my hand under, sneaking it under my hospital gown. Then I grab my cock and start stroking.
I’m getting close when suddenly the monitors beside the bed start ringing like fucking alarms, and I’m jerked out of my fantasy. I just have time to get my hand off my dick before a nurse and an orderly rush in.
“I’m fine,” I tell them, but they ignore me.
One wraps a blood pressure cuff around my arm and the other shoves a stethoscope to my heart. It takes a minute for my heartbeat to slow, and by then, my dick is at least halfway soft. That’s when the nurse’s eyes land on the tent in my blanket.
“Well,” she says, lowering her stethoscope from her ears and letting it hang around her neck. “It’s nice to see you’re feeling better. I’ll take it as a good sign.”
She’s red all the way to her ears, which makes me chuckle. “Would have been feeling a lot better if you gave me a couple more minutes before you barged in,” I say, winking at her. “I’d offer to let you give me a hand, but alas, I’m taken.”
“Alas,” she mutters before leaving the room with the orderly.
When she’s gone, I pick up my phone and open the group chat.
AHeartlessHeathen: bruh u gotta break me out they wont even let me jerk it here
A few minutes later, an answer comes through.
ASoullessSaint: wtf r u doing jerking off in a hospital
AHeartlessHeathen: bruh I was horny wdym
AnAvengingAngel: lmfao
ASoullessSaint: u couldn’t wait 2 get home
AHeartlessHeathen: fuck u both I’m checking myself out
ASoullessSaint: did the dr clear u 2 go
AHeartlessHeathen: my dick did
ASoullessSaint: not a good idea dude
AHeartlessHeathen: u sound like my mom maybe u should get w her n worry like a bunch of old ladies
AnAvengingAngel: id get w ur mom, she’s a milf
AHeartlessHeathen: bro no that’s ur great aunt
ASoullessSaint: srsly H u cant just leave
AnAvengingAngel: u wldnt get w his mom?
ASoullessSaint: no
AnAvengingAngel: wb my mom?
ASoullessSaint: not getting w any moms, H dont lv hospital
AnAvengingAngel: rude. H tell him. My moms a beautiful lady, rt?
AHeartlessHeathen: dude thats my sister
AnAvengingAngel: yeah but not rly
AnAvengingAngel: u didnt grow up w her
AHeartlessHeathen: bruh. We r bld related.
ASoullessSaint: A doesnt care about that
AnAvengingAngel: fuck u
ASoullessSaint: keep it in the family
AHeartlessHeathen: u rly gonna talk after u came in M???
As soon as I send the message, I wish I could take it back. Saint’s handle goes inactive, and I curse myself for being such a dick.
Fifteen minutes later, though, there’s a knock on my door, and Saint sticks his head in.
“So that’s how I get you to come running,” I say. “Just tell you I’m going to do something dangerous.”
“Can’t let you be stupid all by yourself,” Saint says, coming into the room with a backpack. He opens it and tosses me some clothes. “As much fun as it is to see you hobbling around with your hospital gown flapping and your bare ass hanging out, it’ll be easier to sneak you out of here in those.”
“Really?” I ask, a grin breaking over my face.
He shrugs. “We’re going to get Mercy. I’d rather you were somewhere safe, but since you clearly can’t be left unsupervised for five minutes even in a fucking hospital, I’d rather you come with us. That way at least I know one of us will be keeping an eye on you.”
“I was asking if you really think it’s fun to see my bare ass, but we’ll circle back to that later. What do you mean, you’re going after Mercy?”
“It took us way too fucking long to figure out where she is,” he says. “But we’ve got a lead, so we’re going right now.”
I can hear the urgency in his voice, and it makes my heart pound heavy. “Where is she?”
Saint glances around. “Let’s talk about it once we’re not in such a public place.”
I pull on the jeans Saint brought me, shove my feet into the boots, and then have to undo all my monitors to put on the shirt. They start ringing again, but I just grin at Saint as I tug on the ballcap he brought.
“Don’t worry, they’ll probably give me a few minutes to cum before they run in here,” I say. “That should give us time to bail.”
Saint pokes his head into the hallway, then signals it’s all clear, and we hurry away. I duck my head when two orderlies pass, and then we turn the corner and run for the end of the hall.
“You’re not a criminal,” he reminds me, jabbing the button for the elevator. “You can leave any time.”
“Yeah, just not up for the arguments or the paperwork,” I say, stepping into the elevator with him. A minute later, we’re stepping outside, and I’m taking my first breath of real air in ten days.
Saint hurries ahead and opens the door to one of the church camp vans. I start laughing as I climb in, but stop when I see Walker Delacroix sitting next to Angel on the first bench seat.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” I demand. He may be a town legend and my first male crush, but he’s still got Sincero blood in his veins.
“Daddy Dante took him hostage,” Angel says. “Apparently he has a rope kink we didn’t know about. Good to see you, brother.”
He holds out his hand, and I clasp before climbing into the van. I move back to the last seat and drop into it, and Saint takes the middle seat after sliding the door closed behind him.
“You know the people who tried to kill me were his cousins or some shit,” I mutter to Saint. “That’s why I did it first. I wasn’t going to let a Disciple get credit for the kill.”
“I know,” Saint says, turning around in his seat to talk to me as Father Salvatore drives the van out of the lot. “Nate found him on the camera. It’s an uncle. When we find him, I’ll personally make sure he never walks again.”
“Aww, you’d do that?” I joke, batting my lashes. “For me?”
I was trying to feel him out, but Saint just scowls. “Why wouldn’t I? Just because I’m not a Skull, that doesn’t mean I’m a pussy.”
“I know,” I mutter, sinking back in defeat. I’ll probably never figure the bastard out, and all the excitement has run out my energy, so I close my eyes and lay my head back.