Indivisible (Steel Talons Motorcycle Club Book 3) (3 page)

CHAPTER SIX

Susan rolled the IV tree alongside Jim, as he pushed himself to make the trip down the hall, into the elevator, and then toward her father’s room. He was a stubborn cuss. She could almost feel his pain, but there was no way she’d be able to stop him. Even in this condition, he was stubborn enough to wrestle her to the ground and do what he wanted, even if it meant it would give him a heart attack.

“Jim, this is insane,” she hissed, as they neared their destination.

“What’s insane is the way you’re worried about your father and still came to see me. I’m not going to take you away from him, Susan. Now, I’ll stay with you for a while, and we can both keep your father company.” His words were final, and Susan wasn’t going to argue. At least she wouldn’t feel torn between the two of them.

She held her breath as Jim quietly pushed the door to the room open, and she winced as she heard her father’s labored breathing as he rested uneasily. She glanced at Jim’s face, and somehow, it brought her comfort that the older man’s condition disturbed him. He told her in a soft voice, “I lost my father suddenly. It was such a blow, but I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now.”

Her breath hitched, and she couldn’t respond. They stepped into the room, and Susan gently closed the door behind them. She made Jim take a seat and placed the tree next to him, assuring the drip wasn’t compromised. Then, she stepped up to the side of her father’s bed, taking his hand. The orderlies had placed him on his side after his wounds had been cared for, and he jerked at her touch.

“He’s so sensitive,” she whispered, staring at the haunted, hollow face. “I just wish the rest of my family cared enough to be here.”

“Some people are just too selfish to know what they have until it’s gone,” Jim spoke under his breath. He was right, and Susan shivered at the thought of her mother and sister not saying goodbye. He added, “You’re not that person, Susan. You’re here when he needs you.”

She should have been here all along; but, he was right again. She dug through his bag of toiletries, finding his brush and running it through his sparse, thin hair. “He used to brush my hair when I was young,” she mused, remembering getting out of the shower and bringing the comb or brush to him. She would sit on the stool in the kitchen—where he would be sipping a cocktail and cooking—and he would spend a good twenty minutes brushing it until she had goosebumps from the pleasure.

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Jim said nothing as he watched Susan, her face filled with misery and her tone full of love and loss. He understood; her father was still here, but in her eyes, the man she knew was already gone. Unfortunately, it was true. From the time—not long ago—Jim had met the man to now, he was probably a good forty pounds lighter.

He scrubbed his hand over his face, feeling the stubble and wishing he’d at least showered to get rid of the rancid smell on him. He also wished he’d brushed his teeth before she kissed him because his breath was atrocious. However, none of that mattered in the face of something much more important, and he found that his pain and weakness had subsided. Standing, he moved to the other side of the bed and gazed across at Susan. “I have a room in my house, which was supposed to be a nursery someday, and I have some savings I’m not using. How would you feel about making him comfortable and hiring a full time nurse so that he has the care he needs while you still manage the rest of your life?”

Susan’s eyes jerked up to his face, and he couldn’t read her expression. “I can’t ask that of you, Jim. You have a life, too, and that savings is yours.”

He nodded. “Yes, it’s mine—to do with as I please. It’s not like I think I’ll be paying for the help for another three years. I want you and your father to be comfortable, and I know you don’t feel he’s being monitored closely enough here.” Jim put his hand on hers, where she’d laid it over her father’s bony wrist. “Let me do this for you.”

Her lower lip trembled, and her voice came out barely a whisper. “What if he goes, and I’m not there?”

Jim felt the weight of her words and wanted to cry with her. Taking a deep breath so his voice wouldn’t shake, he told her, “We’ll have a paging system in place. If it looks like something is going to happen, the nurse will contact you immediately, and you’ll have a key to my house.” It was the best he could do.

She stared at him for a long time, her eyes liquid and her face drawn. Finally, she nodded. “Thank you, Jim. I’d like that.” She came around and threw her arms around his neck, and Jim just held her, wishing he could take all of her pain inside him and bear the burden for her. She pulled back enough to kiss him and whispered, “I love you.”

It was all he needed to hear. He smiled at her and removed her like a piece of clothing. “Good. You stay here with your father. I’m going to go see a man about a nurse.” He kissed her forehead and left, glancing behind him as she turned back to the sleeping shell of a man.

If memory served at all—and he wasn’t sure it did, considering he had no recollection of the previous night—Boxer had brought him here. Where the hell had the big man gone? Someone of his size didn’t exactly blend into the crowd. He moved as fast as he could to get back to his room, but it wasn’t fast enough for his liking. When he got there, the nurses and techs who were looking for him were none too pleased.

He snapped at them and told them to get his AMA forms. He was signing himself out. They stalked out angrily, as Boxer strode in, looking ridiculous in a set of scrubs. Jim burst out laughing. “I don’t think I could take you seriously as a doctor, brother. I have to admit, if I were any other patient, I’d find you pretty intimidating.”

Boxer scowled at him. “Well, I wouldn’t have to wear this horseshit if you hadn’t blown chunks all over me from the moment you fell out of bed this morning. What’s wrong with you, Wade? You polish off a bottle of Gentleman’s Jack, pass out on two women who dragged your ass to bed, and then disappear from your hospital room before I can even get back to check on you.”

“I had something to take care of.” Jim gave him the once over. “Where did you get those anyway?”

Chagrined, Boxer gestured vaguely. “Your girlfriend grabbed them from a closet down the hall.”

“I’ve got to get out of here. I’ve got something else to take care of. You think you can sneak back in there and find a top for me? In my size, not yours, preferably.” Jim grinned teasingly.

Boxer wasn’t amused. “Man, what do I look like, your keeper?” Jim merely raised an eyebrow, and Boxer stopped bucking up to him. “This is bullshit, Jim. I hope you choke on your girlfriend’s tongue one of these days.” He stalked away, and Jim shook his head. Boxer could be such a child sometimes.

The agitated nurse returned, practically throwing the paperwork at him and then yanking the IV unceremoniously out of his arm. “Thanks, Elvira,” he told her, scowling.

“Whatever, sir. This is the second time you’ve come in on my shift and left like nothing happened. I think maybe you should reconsider your occupation—if you catch my drift.” She glanced meaningfully at Boxer’s sleeve of tattoos, and then she jerked the papers out of his hand and left. “You’re free to go,” she called over her shoulder.

Boxer tossed him the scrub shirt. “I don’t know your size, bro. If it doesn’t fit, I’m not going back.”

But it was fine, even a little loose like scrubs should be. Bravely, Jim opened the bag, finding his boots and holding his breath while he took them out and scrubbed them in the sink. Some orderly would come clean it out, and though he didn’t have any socks, at least he could make it back to the house without being barefoot. “Are we on your bike?”

Boxer gave him a look like he had lost his mind. “The way you were flopping around and spewing your guts at me, I would have never gotten you here. Willie’s out in the truck. Come on. If we’re going, let’s go. I’m tired of people looking at me like they expect me to get angry and turn into the Incredible Hulk.” His words made Jim choke on a laugh, the green scrubs tinging his friend’s skin. He could just imagine the pants tearing at the knee and Boxer ripping his shirt off, as his thick neck tensed and he roared with anger.

Patting the big man on the back, he said, “Alright, my friend. Let’s do something good for society.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

“Hey, Mendoza, where’s your partner?” Gina Taylor’s voice grated on Susan’s nerves, as she took inventory of the shelves inside the bus. She was certain the woman had something to say in an attempt to rile her up.

“I got this, Eric,” she called to her partner. He was in the front of the vehicle, checking gauges. She hopped out the back and came around to where Gina was approaching the open driver’s side door. “I’m right here. What’s the problem?” She put her hands on her hips, waiting for the bitter remark she knew was coming.

The trashy woman—whose breasts were purposely poised to pop out of her uniform—smirked. “Rumor has it your juvenile delinquent of a boyfriend tried to do himself in and spent some time in the ER yesterday. What happened? Did he have a stroke of conscience about the guy he shot, or did you get your panties in a twist because he came before you could get off?”

No longer willing to take this kind of bullshit, Susan nodded. “Well, Gina, I can see you get your information from Dr. Bernard. He’s the only one who could twist something like that, and you have been sucking his cock for the last three or four months.”

Gina bristled visibly, and some of the other EMTs started closing in, sensing something brewing. Eric put a hand on Susan’s shoulder from behind her, but she gently brushed it off, glancing at him with reassurance that she could handle things.

Gina laughed derisively. “So, you’re not going to hide behind your Latino boy today?”

Heat flooded Susan’s system. Insults directed at her were one thing, but no one talked about Eric that way. Gina had just signed her own exile order, the rest of the room taking poorly to that, as well. “I can take care of my own business, Gina. And I don’t have to do sexual favors to get what I want.” She took a step forward, threateningly. “You know, I’m tired of you trying to make me a laughing stock, Gina. Maybe you should consider stepping the hell off. After all, I’m not in the best of places right now. My
boyfriend
was falsely accused of a felony, my father is currently lying in the hospital knocking at death’s door, and I’m a little overwhelmed with school work right now since I aspire to something greater than a glorified medical assistant who assists more with rubbing one out than with taking care of patients. I might just come unglued, and it would be a pity to mar that pretty little face or those ten-thousand-dollar breasts.”

The murmuring and laughter around them had Gina’s face heating with humiliation, and Susan couldn’t help but feel a small sense of pride. This would be enough to get word out. No one would bully her anymore, and maybe she’d finally get a little respect.

“Go suck on a pair of garbage balls,” Gina spat, turning on her heel and striding out of the garage.

Susan knit her brows and smiled in confusion at Eric behind her. “What does that even mean?”

He shrugged, laughing so hard he had to hold his sides. “I don’t have a clue; but, whatever’s gotten into you, I like it.” He patted her on the shoulder. “Really, Susan, what’s this about?”

Taking a deep breath and trying to stop shaking, Susan realized she’d been nervous through the whole confrontation. Now, the adrenaline coursed through her like she was on speed. “I’m tired of taking shit from people, Eric. My whole life is a wreck, and I have enough stress without having people think I’m a pushover, or a drunk, or riding my father’s coattails. I’m done with it. That’s all.”

Eric narrowed his eyes and assessed her suspiciously. “I think maybe someone’s had a revelation of some kind.” He hopped down beside her and crossed his arms. “Spill the epiphany, pipsqueak.”

Susan didn’t want to rehash everything, so she summed up things as quickly as she could. “I talked to Jim, and we’re cool. We’re going to work together and get my dad moved to a private facility with a full time nurse. The hospital wasn’t treating him well, and he doesn’t have long. I want him to be comfortable, and Jim’s going to help me take care of it.”

Eric raised his eyebrows with a mocking grin and said nothing.

“What?” she asked, waiting for the judgment she expected.

He shook his head. “Nothing, I’m just a little surprised, that’s all. I mean, a few days ago, you were enraged and too upset to face the world. Today, you’re a bombshell who’s suddenly hopping on the train to Commitment City. I didn’t expect it.”

“Neither did I,” she said, staring out the open dock doors. But then, she’d never expected to find the tamed beast inside the rabid biker that Jim presented. Just thinking about his generosity made her warm and fuzzy, and no matter how much she thought it best to distance herself from everything Jim was part of, she couldn’t stay away from him. She was madly in love with him, and while she wasn’t going to say it out loud, she was beyond denying it internally.

Speaking in a quieter voice, Eric said, “It’s alright to be happy about it, Susan. You deserve that. And really, I don’t think he’s a bad guy. Jim strikes me as a guy with a good heart who’s had some bad luck and made a few bad decisions. Overall, I think he’s a stand-up, responsible guy.”

Susan welcomed the reassurance, but she was skeptical. “Eric, doesn’t it bother you that he’s been in legal trouble? That whole shoot out was like some gangbanger encounter, and I don’t want that kind of violence in my life.”

However, Eric shook his head. “He was cleared of the charges, remember? Plus, I’ve got sources, Suzy. I hear that Jim and his crew were attacked and only pulled the guns in self-defense. Would you rather he sat in a cell for a couple of hours or surrendered and died?”

He had a point. Still… “He’s into something illegal if there are men trying to kill him. I don’t want to be linked to that, and I don’t want to worry about him dying every time we’re apart.”

“Honey, you’re going to worry either way—and probably more if you just ditch him. When it comes to clubs like his, all he has to do is look at someone in another club the wrong way, and then he’s a target. Not all motorcycle clubs are into illegal shit. Why don’t you just ask him about it?”

“No way!” That was none of her business, and Susan liked the idea of plausible deniability. Fidgeting with her hands, she dropped her gaze and muttered, “I’m in love with him, Eric.” It felt weird to say that out loud to anyone other than Jim, but it was like a weight lifted off her chest. Just moments ago, she’d been unable to express it, and now, she wanted to shout it out.

“I know you are,” Eric told her. “Live in the moment, Susan. You and I both know you only get one chance at life.”

Didn’t she know it! She’d wasted too much of it already. Considering her partner’s wise words, Susan climbed back into the bus and continued her duties, trying to focus on the moment without worrying about what more damage could be thrown at her later.