Page 49 of Knuckles

Fucking ditto, baby, fucking ditto.

Chapter 20

Knuckles – A Week Later

I squeeze my girl's hand as I place it to my lips, keeping it there as the beeping sounds that surround me, soothe me, telling me she’s breathing, she’s still with me.

Seven fucking days and I haven’t seen my girl's beautiful hazel eyes, since I’ve heard her voice. Seven days and I’ve barely slept, barely eaten.

I was discharged four days ago, but instead of going home, where I know the club will bombard me, I’ve camped out in my girls' room, refusing to leave.

Crash has taken over the gym for me while checking on me every night, dodging his girl who apparently lost it and accused him of having an affair with Kodi because he’s been here so much. My dad stays several hours a day even when I don’t speak to him, and slowly, one by one every club brother has come andspent a few hours in this room, refusing to let me go this alone. Fuck, even Striker of all people and don’t get me started on the continuous messages from my fucking mother begging me to answer my phone because she heard what happened and that Cage refuses for her to come to the hospital.

I don’t know how to feel about it all, feel about them making an effort, feel about the concern that in my eyes seems fake from my mother. Right now all I can focus on is the fact that my girl still isn’t awake. My girl who has my name tattooed down the side of her ring finger that I didn’t know about.

I gently run my finger over the ink. She had the tube removed two days ago, and Trick weaned her off her medications, yet she still hasn’t woken up, and it isn’t looking good.

“She’ll wake, son,” my dad whispers from behind me, and I shake my head and look at my girl, her face still bruised.

I feel like I can’t breathe without her. I need her to wake up.

“If she doesn’t, then I will be following her,” I admit, and Dad sucks in a breath, but I don’t look at him, needing to keep my eyes on my girl, “For years, I refused to have a relationship, fuck, I was still a virgin when I met Kodi, but I knew she was mine and vice versa. I took her virginity while she took mine, and even though I was in denial, I knew I was going to make her mine. I just couldn’t claim her.”

“Why?” my dad asks, and I sniff hard.

“Because I don’t know if I can stay in the club,” I admit, and he sucks in another breath just as Trick and Cage walk in, and I know they heard me because the fuckers freeze.

“You’re not leaving the club,” Cage grunts, “If I couldn’t, then you can’t!”

“It won’t matter if she dies,” I whisper as I eye my girl's face, “Because if she does, then I’ll be following her.”

“She won’t die, she won’t leave you, Liam!” Trick snaps and I look his way, showing him my red, tired eyes that make him flinch.

“Then why hasn’t she woken up yet?” I ask with a croak, and he flinches again.

“I don’t know, medically speaking, she should have woken up two days ago. She has brain activity, and she can breathe on her own, so I don’t know,” he whispers, and a few tears fall down my cheeks as I look back at my girl.

“I never should have ghosted her for two days, I should have moved her in with me, I should have… Fuck,” I rasp as I drop my head and allow a sob to release.

The men got away, except for two of the Chargers, who, according to Crash, sang like canaries when Crusher questioned them in our torture chamber.

Apparently, Masters paid them a hefty sum of cash to do his bidding and promised to help release his heir leader, Cans, by using my girl if they helped him steal her.

The fucker is MIA, even Trick can’t fucking find him.

“You’re not going to lose her,” Cage whispers, “She won’t leave you, you’ve just got to have faith.”

“I lost my faith a very long fucking time ago,” I admit quietly before I kiss my girls hand then lay my head on her bed, keeping a tight hold of her.

“Brother, your stomach,” Trick says, but I ignore him and close my eyes, wishing that when I wake, all this will be a horrible fucking dream.

***

“He needs to go home and get a proper rest,” I hear whispered as I stir from a pitiful sleep, and I squeeze my eyes tight.

Why can’t they all just fuck off?

Why can’t they leave us alone?