Chapter Eleven #2
“No, Wren. I don’t want to hear you say that again.
You did so much more than anyone else. Ice managed to find some security footage from the diner down the road.
They’d just had their system upgraded apparently and the cameras were better than anythin’ I’ve ever seen before.
Anyway, so many cars passed by the fire and not a single one of them stopped.
All they did was speed up to pass it so they wouldn’t get in trouble or somethin’.
None of them called for emergency services or tried to stop and see if anyone needed help,” Demolition informs me, anger lacing his voice as I look at him.
“If one of them had stopped, maybe Razer would have been saved. He might still be here today if someone else had the kind of heart and genuine soul like you do.”
“I just did what I’d want anyone else to do if I had been in their situation.
I wasn’t even sure if anyone was there when I pulled over.
I’m not sure how much you know about my situation, but I’ve always been the one tossed away after a few months.
Growing up in the foster care system, I always knew I wasn’t going to be in any of the homes long-term.
I just didn’t think it would only last six months to a year if I was lucky.
When I was in high school, I promised myself I’d always treat others around me with kindness and help anyone I saw in need.
Just because no one wants me around doesn’t mean I can’t help people out when they’re at their lowest or don’t see a way out of a situation.
I might not have much financially or in material possessions, but I’d give it all up in the blink of an eye if it meant someone else had a better day,” I tell Demolition honestly as he leans over and presses a kiss to the top of my head.
“That right there is why you’re one of the best women I’ve ever met, Wren.
You never think of yourself and are so damn sweet.
Way too good to be surrounded by a bunch of bikers.
I know Tristan and Zach think highly of you and will do anythin’ you want or need.
The two of them love you and want to protect you more than anythin’ else.
They’ll always take care of you. I’ve seen it over the last day and a half here in the clubhouse more than the hospital when I came to visit.
I also know you did way more than you should have that day.
You’re pregnant, Wren. You could have lost your baby by helpin’ Razer the way you did.
Did you know you were pregnant?” he asks me and I snap my head over to him in shock because only two other people know my secret.
“How, um, how do you know that?” I return, looking around to make sure no one is close enough to overhear our conversation.
“Tristan and Zach didn’t rat you out. I know they’re keepin’ this secret for you.
I was in the hallway when I overheard the doctor orderin’ another ultrasound to ensure the baby was okay.
No one else was with me and I won’t say a word.
That business is yours alone. If you need anythin’, don’t hesitate to ask me.
Even if it’s just gettin’ you out of the clubhouse for a while.
When is your next appointment? I can take you if you don’t have a ride,” Demolition tells me with a small smile on his face.
“Been a long time since I went to one of those doctors. I took Millie a few times when Razer couldn’t be there with her.
He was on a run or somethin’ else. That boy never missed an appointment if he could help it.
My grandkids are so damn adorable and remind me so much of their dad already.
He’s gonna miss out on so much of their lives. ”
This time, I comfort Demolition. I lean into his side and hug him the best I can as he wraps his arms around me.
He’s not crying, but his entire body is tight with all the emotion he’s holding back.
This is a man who will only cry when he’s alone or with those in his circle.
Not all the members of the club, but Fury and Vulture.
Demolition isn’t a man who will show any signs of vulnerability in front of large groups.
I don’t honestly know how he’s going to get through tomorrow and the funeral.
“I’m so sorry, Demolition.” I don’t bother saying anything else because no words can change the situation for him. He’s lost his youngest son in a tragic accident and nothing will bring him back.
The two of us sit in silence for a few minutes as I go back to eating my now cold baked potato.
I don’t really care because it’s still good.
Every now and then someone joins us and offers Demolition their condolences.
He accepts them all and shares a few words with each person before they move on.
No one says anything to me and I don’t blame them.
I’m the outsider here and other than the men from the Knight’s Rebellion MC are the only ones who know why I’m here and what I did.
I prefer things that way because I can remain anonymous and under the radar.
It will be easier when I leave the clubhouse.