Page 82 of Wild Night
“Why are you smiling?” I hiss.
She turns her head slowly to face me. Her smile consumes her entire face. It’s almost unnerving. I open my mouth to ask her if she’s okay, but then she begins to talk, and as she does, I realize that she doesn’t just know these men. Sheknowsthem.
She probably understands more than she should about their club. Void told me that the women don’t know anything, but Dakota knows some things.
“Piggy isn’t going to stop until they figure out who this is and why they are trying to hurt the club like this. Because it’s no longer just Ivy. It’s not even just Bullet, Viking, and Razor. It’s their old ladies, and that is the most taboo thing you could do. Whoever tried to take you, they better be really freaking good at hiding.”
Goose bumps break out over my flesh. I’m not sure if that was supposed to scare me, but it did. I press my lips together, my nostrils flaring as I breathe in and out of my nose. I’m trying not to freak out, but I can’t lie. I’m a little freaked out.
The door of Justin’s room opens, and both Dakota and I spin around so fast that it makes me dizzy. It’s Bullet, and his eyes widen at the sight of our freaked-out, dizzy expressions.
I don’t open my mouth.
I don’t know if I could really put a sentence together at this point, but I also know that Dakota is going to say what needs to be said. She’s the one who should be talking to her own husband anyway.
And she does talk to him. She tells him exactly what we said to Piggy and then jerks her chin toward the man on the phone. Afew moments later, Piggy is off the phone, and Bullet practically floats over to him and is standing close, their heads bent slightly as they talk in hushed tones.
They both turn toward us, and I don’t understand their next words, but Dakota does because she moans when they say them simultaneously.
“You’re on lockdown.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
POSEY
The last thingI want is to be taken away from Justin’s bedside. Thankfully, Bullet understands that and instead of making me go with Dakota, he assigns one of the guys to guard the door and leaves me alone in Justin’s room.
Sitting at the side of the bed, I watch him sleep. Justin is exhausted, but I can’t look away from him. I thought I was going to lose him. I thought I might end up lost myself. A nurse checks on us a few times, then checks on Justin and gives him meds, promising he’ll be released soon.
When a doctor comes in and tells me that visiting hours are over, Justin tells him to…get fucked. Apparently, he doesn’t want me to leave as much as I don’t want to leave.
I fall asleep at his side. Staying right beside the man I love until he’s released from this bed. I feel his fingers run through my hair, and only then do I lift my head. “You should have gone home,” he rasps.
My eyes are open, but barely. He grips my hair with his fingers, holding on to the strands as he stares into my eyes. “I couldn’t leave you,” I breathe. “I have to be with you.”
“I love you, too, princess.”
My lips curve up into a smile. I do love him so much more than I ever thought possible. Letting out a breath, I rest my chin against his thigh. “I’m ready to leave,” I say.
He chuckles. “I am so fucking ready to get the fuck out of here.”
I bite my bottom lip, but can’t hide the smile. I’m ready to get the hell out of here, too. But there is something niggling in the back of my mind. Biting the inside of my cheek, I search his gaze.
“What?” he asks.
“I’m scared,” I confess. “I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I know that Dakota is on lockdown, and Void told me that lockdown was pretty serious. So I’m scared.”
His eyes narrow, his lips press together, then he relaxes them before he speaks. “I don’t know if I ever want to hear Void’s name again. In fact, if I ever see him, I might actually fucking kill him.”
“Justin,” I cry out softly.
He gives me a smirk. “I’m serious. You don’t have to say a goddam thing else about him. He wants to put his dick in you. If I weren’t so fucked up, I would fly to California and beat the shit out of him.”
Sliding my hand up the center of his chest, I stop before I reach his throat, mainly because my arms aren’t that long. I give him a smile and shake my head once. “There would be no reason to beat the shit out of anyone, especially not Void.”
“Climb up here and show me how much I don’t have to worry about Void,” he says, his voice gruff.
God, I want to do everything for him. Anything and everything. “What if someone comes in?” I ask.
