Page 33 of Falcon

“Wonderful. Get Luca on that bitch and sue her ass. I want Skye’s licence; everything.”

“Already in process, Veep.” I hoped so because my phone was blowing up.

“Can you speak to the club? Because I can’t,” I asked, and Calamity made a distressed noise.

“Got your back, brother,” he said and cut the call.

Trying to ignore the looks, I headed to Myka. Luckily, she had a private room. The nurses stared as I signed in. Let them fuckin’ look.

“Falcon?” a nurse said, holding my eyes. “What you just did was brave.”

“Brave? It was embarrassing and humiliating.”

“No. You shut Skye up, and what a goddamn bitch she was. Be proud of your actions,” she murmured, leading me to Myka. Somehow that was easier said than done.

I entered the room, and my embarrassment and humiliation melted as I caught sight of Myka. The anger remained, though, hot and ready to blast someone.

“Hey, girl. Guess I thought I had things bad, but you sure as hell put perspective on shit,” I said, grabbing a chair.

Myka lay unresponsive in the bed.

“It’s been two days since I walked into that basement, Myka. You’ve been unconscious for nearly a week. Someday, sweet lady, you’ve gotta wake up. You’ve got Jayes, and he misses his mom. He’s a great kid; you did well, despite the environment Jayes was growing up in. I wanna hear from you what happened. How the hell did a classy broad like you end up with that monster? Nobody seems to know the answer.”

I sat back and stared. “You’re gorgeous, do you understand that? Even under the bruising, welts, and cuts, your beauty stands out. Dawson had a diamond and spat on it. Man’s gotta be crazy. Men would kill for a beautiful babe like you, including me. Myka, I’m the Veep of my club. And within the inner circle, that’s those who run the club; I’m one of only four single men. It’s fuckin’ lonely. I eye my brothers, and they’re such lucky assholes. When they go home, they’ve got someone to share shit with. Me. I got a damn mirror, and that doesn’t offer any comfort.

“Plus, I’m not interested in the women who hang around. They’re club sluts of the worst kind. Drop their panties, take a man bare, and trap him into pregnancy because they want money and protection. That ain’t you. Deep down, I already know that. You’re the type of woman a guy breaks his back for and walks over burning coals just to get you to take a chance on him. Dawson’s a fuckin’ prick.”

Amused, I snorted. “Listen to me bleating on like a loser. You’re trapped here and can’t escape. A captive hostage to my self-pity. I’m twenty-two and wanna settle down. Most men my age are out clubbing and partying. Not me. Myka, I’m a gold medallist several times over for swimming, and I’m a unicorn in the fact that I compete in a separate event. I’ve medals for Ju-Jitsu, too. And what I really want is a woman to come home to, eat dinner and shoot the shit with.

“You’d think I’m not asking for much. But it feels like I’m trying to reach for the moon because I ain’t nobody’s meal ticket. And just now, this bullshit. Christ. People always attempt to drag you down. They can’t let anyone have something that they earned. Nope. Gotta try to take it away. Guess that’s what happened with Nova; she’s the other half of my soul, my twin sister. There ain’t nothing we wouldn’t do for each other.

“But an asshole hurt Nova, just like one did you. What is it with those fools? They get a woman any man would die to call their own and treat them like shit. You, Nova, my cousin. Yeah, I’ve a super-famous cousin who’s also got an asshole treating her like she’s a dumb broad. It’s a secret from her family because Drake would cap his ass. Yup, straight up make the motherfucker disappear.”

I drew a deep breath and stared out the window.

“Gotta say, Myka. That’s a hell of a kid you raised. Smart, polite, caring; anyone would be proud to call Jayes son. He loves animals; did you know that? Bet Dawson wouldn’t let him have a pet. But yeah, Jayes has a sweet touch with them. I’ve a rescue dog, a German Shepherd called Star, and she’s got nine puppies. You should see Jayes…”

“Jayes,” a soft croak interrupted. My gaze shot to the bed, and a pair of blue eyes stared at me.

“Myka, Jayes is safe,” I stated, leaning forward.

“Where?”

“He’s at the Rage clubhouse, surrounded by bikers. Nobody’s going to get close,” I assured her.

“Seen you before.”

“Yeah, I brought Jayes home when he twisted his ankle.”

Tears trickled down Myka’s face, and I wiped them carefully away, mindful of the bruises.

“Hurt?”

“No. Jayes is fine and safe, I swear on my cut. Honey, you contacted the Parks. Tanner sent me the papers for legal custody, and I put my name down. Didn’t want anyone to take Jayes away while you were so injured,” I explained. “If someone asks, I’m Falcon Blackelk, and you gave me guardianship, or child services might take Jayes. They’ll say you’re too ill to care for him.”

Myka

The moment he walked into the room, I’d been aware. I’d been conscious for several hours but played dumb because I wanted to gauge the situation. I was terrified one of the Beauregards would be present. Instead, nurses came and went, and then this biker appeared. I recognised his voice from when he brought Jayes home.