Chapter 5
REBEL
Ever since the other day when Rogue made his intentions known, I’ve been unable to focus on much of anything else. The fact I can’t stop thinking about how he made me feel tells me Grant was right. Rogue and I have so much left between us.
Sitting at my desk, going over my notes, I’m anxious.
After the weekend I had, wishing Rogue would show back up, I’d spent Monday morning in court.
To make my anxiety peak to an all-time high, because my receptionist is, for some ungodly reason becoming a pain in my ass.
She’s screwed up a few of my appointments and over-scheduled several of them.
A few of them she’d scheduled were ones I definitely wouldn’t have taken on or given the time of day.
I tap my pen against the desk. I’m focusing on the sound, wondering what Rogue is doing and why he’s not shown his face since.
A shadow falls over my desk, and I raise my head to find my cousin, Cy, standing in front of me. The look he’s giving me doesn’t give me warm and fuzzy feelings like it normally does when I see him. “Everything okay, Cy?”
“Rebel, I’ve got some news I need to share with you,” he states, taking a seat in one of the plush leather chairs.
“What is it?” I ask, placing my pen down.
“This isn’t easy for me to say, Rebel, but Rogue’s been severely injured.” No, he can’t be hurt. He can’t. “It’s bad, sweetheart. You need to go to him. We don’t know if he’ll make it or not. Right now, they’ve put him into a medically induced coma.”
“What happened?” I whisper, tears threatening to spill down my cheeks.
“Can’t tell you too many of the details, but I can say he was shot twice. Once in the shoulder, where he’s lucky the bullet didn’t hit an artery. The other bullet was a gut wound. They ended up having to take out his spleen and do some damage control.” I swallow the bile threatening to come up.
Nodding vigorously, I stand, my hands going to either side of my head as I look for what I need to take with me. Phone. Keys. Damnit. Where are my keys? Spotting my purse, I snatch it up and dig my keys out. My only thought is of getting to Rogue.
I have to get to him. Make things right between us.
Heading for the door, Cy wraps an arm around my shoulders and plucks the keys out of my hand. “I’ll drive,” he announces. The look on his face holds no room for argument.
Again I nod, swallowing past the thick lump tightening in my throat.
Walking down the hall toward reception, I pause and look to my receptionist. “I need you to call and reschedule the rest of my appointments for this week.”
“What?” she blanches, looking from me to Cy. “There’s no way I can push all of your appointments back.”
Annoyed and about to flip my shit on her for being incompetent, I take a step closer to her only to have Cy pull me back.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he mutters calmly, then switches his focus to my receptionist. “You’re done here. Get the hell out.”
“You can’t fire me,” she scoffs flipping a hand through her hair.
“I can and will, bitch,” Cy snarls. “Now get your shit and get out.” The tone in my cousin’s voice is enough to scare just about anyone when he’s pissed.
The receptionist’s eyes widen, and she rushes out of the office, stomping her feet.
“Cy, what am I going to do about all my appointments? We have to go. I don’t have time to handle all of this as well.” My panic increases tenfold, feeling as if a grizzly bear’s sitting on my chest, pressing its full weight down, crushing me.
“I got it covered, Rebel,” he states, pulling his phone out of his front pocket as we head for the door.
“How do you have it covered?” I snap, not meaning to.
“Babe, you know who I am. I’ve always got it covered.” He smirks as he looks at my ring of keys to find the one he’s looking for to lock the doors. “Now get in the passenger seat and take a breath.”
Doing as my cousin says, I climb in the passenger seat and slip off my shoes before pulling my knees up in front of me. I can handle being in a courtroom full of tension, but I can’t face the thought of something happening to the man I’ve been in love with since I was a little girl.
CY
Locking up the doors to my cousin’s office, I dial Malice’s number. With Hammer down in Florida already, he’s going to be the one who can help with this situation. It’s a good thing I left the key he’ll need in my room—the spare to the office.
Holding my phone up to my ear, I make quick work of getting to the driver’s side of Rebel’s Jeep Renegade. The damn woman refuses to switch from Jeep products. Her first vehicle was a Jeep Cherokee and it still sits at my pop’s house. I’m surprised she hasn’t bought a Wrangler yet.
“You tell Rebel?” Malice asks soon as he picks up.
“Yeah,” I confirm, “we’re heading out from here.”
“Good, Hammer just called. Nothing’s changed,” Malice states, updating me on Rogue.
Fuck. He’s gotta make it through this. Rogue isn’t just a brother to me, he’s my best fuckin’ friend, and I can’t lose him. This whole situation guts me that he’s hurt. Sure, I know he’s a pro at what he does for the club when it’s called for his skills, but dammit, if I lost Rogue, I lose Rebel.
Whether my cousin wants to admit it or not, they’re meant to be together. It’s time for them to fix what’s been broken between the two of them.
Opening the driver’s side door, I slide in behind the wheel.
“Can you get one of the ol’ ladies to go over to Rebel’s office and reschedule all of her appointments?
Make sure that everything is in order. I don’t know what her receptionist did, but from the glance at Rebel’s calendar on the desk, it was slammed packed. ”
“Yeah, I’ll see if Avery and Willow can go over there,” Malice says. “Anything else you need from them?”
“Have them find Rebel a competent receptionist who can do the job without attitude?” I start the vehicle and glance over to my cousin to see her already in a ball. Her head is resting on her knees as she stares out the passenger window.
Motherfucker. She’s already gone into her head.
“Got it,” he says. “I’ll get them on it now.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it, VP.” Ending the call, I back out of the parking spot and put the car in drive. It’s going to be a long-ass drive to get to Rogue.