Page 122 of Riding the Edge
“Why don’t you spend some time with your mother while I go break the news to Anthony, he’s going to have to share you all with me.”
“Only for a little while,” I intervene. “You’ve hung around this hospital long enough. I want you to go home to my babies and give them lots of kisses from grandma.”
Seeming to ignore me, the two of them exchange a glance, making me wonder what exactly went on while I was in surgery. At that thought, I’m reminded of the situation with Riggs and how upset Lauren was before the surgery.
“Is everything okay with Riggs?”
“Yeah, he’s just fine,” Al replies quickly. “He was here earlier.”
“I sent him home to stay with the boys,” Lauren adds.
I might have been a little loopy when I first woke up, but I know my daughter and I know when she’s lying. I also know when Al is trying to fix the problems of the world.
“What’s going on?” I question.
“Nothing,” Lauren admonishes.
“Lauren Marie Bianci—”
“Shit.”
“Lady,” Al sighs. “Can you just let it go? For crying out loud you just woke up from major surgery.”
“You see those things on my legs,” I point to the compression tights covering my legs. “They’re to keep the blood circulation so I don’t have a blood clot—”
“Here she goes,” Lauren mutters.
“Lady,”
“The two of you are—”
“Riggs was arrested,” Lauren blurts, throwing her hands in the air.
“And the two of you are here?”
“Where else would we be, Lady?”
My gaze slices toward him and I can see the worry in his eyes. There are two sides to the man I agreed to marry. The family man and the motorcycle man and right now he’s torn between the two. Before me, I have no doubt Al would’ve run to the police station the second they slapped cuffs on a brother. He would’ve raised hell, retained a tough as nails attorney and Riggs would’ve been released before they had a chance to fingerprint him. Instead, he spent all day in the hospital, sitting here holding my hand and waiting for me to wake up.
“Go get him out,” I tell him.
“It’s not that simple,” he mutters.
“What are the charges?”
“Mom, can we not do this right now? You need to rest.”
“What are the charges, Al?”
Biting the inside of his cheek, he rakes a hand through his ragged hair and meets my gaze.
“They arrested the whole club on a firearms charge and conspiracy to commit murder,” he reveals hoarsely. “Look,” he begins. “I called the clubs attorney and Nico went down to the station to see what he can find out. As—”
