Page 23 of Deadly Secrets

Bulldog’s face is murderous as he watches me with Remi but after a few moments he concedes and walks us back to a hallway.

“Tell the brothers to help get the room cleaned up and see if you can get our Ol’ Ladies back to the hotel,” I hear Stone tell someone as we walk into an office. “Call Dad and see if Melissa can come to check the girl out.”

Melissa and Crusher came up to the rally so that Raegan and Sutton could enjoy their time up here. Melissa volunteered to babysit while they got to experience all the activities that go on. I also think that Melissa has a hard time being away from her grandbabies for long periods of time.

The room is medium sized with standard office furniture. I make my way over to a couch across the long wall. Instead of laying her down, I sit down with her in my arms and prop her head up on the arm. My hand feels a knot in the back and I’m sure she’s going to have a goose egg from me tackling her.

“She needs an ice pack,” my voice is gruff as I tell the room.

I can hear a growl from somewhere but ignore it as I cup Remi’s face with my hand.

“Rem, wake up,” I try to coax as I lean down close to her face. “Come on, pretty girl, open those hazel eyes for me.”

A low groan expels in her throat and I know she’s coming around.

“Come on, sleeping beauty, I’ve been waiting fourteen years for this moment,” I whisper and am so tempted to press my lips against hers. She’s the last person I’ve ever kissed and it’s almost like a reflex to do it with her in my arms again.

Her beautiful hazel eyes flutter open but they’re unfocused.

“You’re here,” she mumbles, sounding like she’s been in a deep sleep.

“I’m here, pretty girl,” I tell her and a small smile kicks up on the corners of her mouth.

“This feels real,” she murmurs. “You feel so real.” Her hand reaches up and touches the chain around my neck, the one she made me years ago.

“I’m real, baby.”

Her eyes start to close again but I raise the little bit of her head up that’s resting in the crook of my arm.

“Need you to stay awake for a bit,” I tell her. “Open those⁠—”

“Remi, can you hear me?” Bulldog interrupts, coming up next to us and crouching down beside her.

My head snaps over to him and I bare my teeth, ready for another fight.

“Cole?” she asks but her eyes fall closed again.

The sound of Bulldog’s legal name on her lips has my body growing tense.

“I’m here, honey,” he says and my hand is in motion before I know what I’m doing. Thankfully Prez grabs my arm and holds me in place.

Someone must’ve alerted our Doc much sooner than when Stone asked because she waltzes in with her medical bag. Being used to our club, she walks around the room not bothered by the dried blood on most of our faces.

“What do we got?” she asks, getting right to the point.

“She’s got a bump on the back of her head and passed out not long ago. She just came to for a few moments,” I inform her before Bulldog has a chance to speak.

“The fucker knocked her down and she hit her head,” Bulldog remarks like he’s tattling to our mother.

“Are you going to let her go so that I can examine her or am I working around you?” she asks, looking at me as she gloves her hands up.

“Work around,” I utter.

“Alrighty then,” she says with a smirk. “What’s her name?”

“Remi—”

“Remi—” Bulldog and I both say at the same time.