I blink, then mumble, “Nah, the hospital.”
“What?!” he snaps, and I put my hand up and reassure him, “She’s fine. Apparently, Raya needed surgery, something about her appendix, but something doesn’t quite fit. I mean, I know she’s at the hospital. I heard the intercoms in the background. I don’t believe it’s Raya’s appendix, but I can’t put my finger on it.”
“Shit,” Dad mutters before he runs over to the back gate and I frown.
What the fuck?
“Stay out of her medical records, son, I mean it,” I hear him threaten before a car door slams, and I narrow my eyes, the need to hack into the hospital now suddenly itching at the tip of my fingertips.
I didn’t even think about it…
“Doesn’t Dad know not to order something like that to me?” I mutter as I stand and make my way back to the clubhouse, my only thought – my office.
I ignore everyone talking and drinking and make my way left down a hallway to a large black door between the officers' bedrooms and church, a room I will be sitting in soon before I enter my office and walk over to my large oak desk.
Taking a seat, I boot up my computer while bouncing my leg.
I’ve never thought of looking into Raya before. Everyone in town already knows her family's history regarding her wealth, the family not exactly quiet about it, but Dad has put it in my head.
As soon as my computer powers up, I click on my private server that I use to access certain databases anonymously, changing my code every time, learning my lesson from when I was a kid, before I quickly and swiftly access the hospital database and put Raya’s name in the search engine, but then I pause.
Fuck, if I do this, then there’s no going back.
My finger hovers over it, and honestly, I don’t even know why I’m hesitating because normally, I don’t give a fuck.
Fuck, why can’t I press the fucking enter key?
Because you have feelings for her…The voice whispers, and I shake my head before running my fingers through my hair while hovering my finger over the key.
I don’t fucking like her, I don’t have feelings for her, she’s fucking fifteen and is using my sister!
My hand shakes as I eye the enter key, keeping my finger just above it before I growl.
I can’t fucking do it.
I quickly log off the server before dropping my head to the wood, frustration building.
Maybe I need a fuck. Yeah, yeah, a fuck.
With that thought in my mind, I decide fuck it and stand knowing if I go to Dark Angel’s Nights, our nightclub, I’ll find someone to fuck easily.
I still won’t touch Angel and the more I refuse her, the more she pushes for another fuck and I know deep down she’ll try and trap me. I refuse and keep finding one-night stands instead and honestly, right now, I’m too much in my head about Raya. Dad putting shit in there that doesn’t need to be there meaning I’ll mess up if I even touch her.
“Yeah, a good fuck will help my head.” I mutter as I grab my keys and head out.
Chapter 4
Raya – Age Twenty Four
I chuckle as Hudson, a miracle baby that holds my heart, squeals as he grips my hair tightly while trying to balance on his two chubby legs to keep him standing up.
Hudson Grayson, eight months old, but at the size of a five-month-old baby born twenty weeks early, and should not have survived.
He’s a standing, babbling little angel and a spitting image of his father, Psycho.
I look up, feeling eyes on me, and see Ivy leaning against the archway between the kitchen and living area, watching us with a grin and I soften at the peace that surrounds her, the guilt she carried for not opening up sooner finally gone.
Ivy and Psycho have been through a roller coaster.
