Reckless Temptations (The Tempted Series Book 4) (44 page)

What if I never get the chance to tell her? What if I never get the chance to thank her for taking the detour and storming past the roadblock that guarded anyone from getting close?

“Are you the family of Eric Nicholson?”

Bones.

The other doctor opened the chart, glancing at it.

“He has a Robert Montgomery, listed as an emergency contact.”

“That’s me,” I croaked.

“Is he okay?”

Jack walked up beside me, placing one hand on my shoulder as he and the doctor exchanged a look.

“What? What is it?” I asked, as I diverted my eyes back and forth between Jack and the duo of doctors.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Montgomery. One of the bullets hit his lung and the other pierced through his heart. We couldn’t get the bullets out because we couldn’t stop the bleeding. We tried everything we could to save him but the blood filled his lungs.”

“No!” I shouted, trying to absorb what he was saying. “He’s dead?”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” the doctor said, offering his condolences as the other doctor bowed his head regretfully.

Jack gripped my shoulders, turning me around to face him.

“Bones is dead? Jack, Bones is dead,” I rambled, as he grabbed a hold of my shoulders and stared at me solemnly

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered.

“Bones is dead,” I repeated. “And I didn’t get to say goodbye or thank him.” I pulled away from Jack. “He jumped in front of those bullets, trying to save Lauren, trying to save my kid.”

I took a step backward, running my fingers roughly through my hair as I glanced around the waiting room at my brothers and the Bianci’s.

“He died trying to save my family and he was alone when he died, no family, no brother. I didn’t get to say goodbye, and thanking him while he bled out on the ground isn’t enough. It’s not enough,” I shouted angrily, turning around to the doctors. “Can I see him?”

One of the doctors nodded.

“We’ve closed him up already. Give us a few minutes and we’ll take you downstairs,” he explained.

Downstairs.

The morgue.

My best friend was just another lifeless body in a freezer.

“What about my daughter?” Maria asked.

“I’m sorry but we haven’t heard anything on the other woman,” the second doctor informed us. “Just give us a few minutes. We will take you down, sir and hopefully get another doctor to give you an update on the young woman,” he offered, before turning around and leaving us.

Maria’s lip quivered as she glanced at Anthony.

“Why haven’t we heard anything?” She screeched frantically.

I didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. First getting word on Bones and being told he didn’t make it, made me slightly relieved we hadn’t heard anything on Lauren or the baby.

No news is good news, right?

Say I’m right.

One of the doctors returned a few minutes later, informing us that his colleague was still trying to get information on Lauren and asked me to follow him. I stepped onto the elevator, along with the doctor and watched as the doors closed.

The memories hit me hard, and as the elevator dropped so did my heart. We went from kids, to rebellious teenagers, finally becoming men we were proud to be.

I’m a prospect, earning my keep, going to be a Knight one day, Rob.

Why do they call you Bones?

Because I was born to break bones.

Well I need a nickname too.

A Road name. How about Riggs?

Riggs?

Because you were born to walk away from the oil rigs and all that shit that comes with being a Montgomery.

Riggs, no last name, kind of like Eminem. I like it.

You got a kid coming, man. That’s huge. That’s bigger than you, bigger than your girl, bigger than anything you’ve ever known. I know the club is everything to you right now, you worked real hard for your patch but this, you becoming someone’s father? It’s bigger than the club. Own that shit.

His last words to me.

Own it.

The elevator doors opened and I followed the doctor down a hall to another room, he nodded at the lady behind the counter and pushed open another set of doors, leading me into a sterile room. I saw him immediately, laying on a gurney centered in the room, with a sheet covering him up to his chin.

I’ve seen death a thousand times, always in the eyes of an enemy. I’ve never lost anyone close to me, and now here I stood in the morgue, staring at my dead best friend wondering if the girl I loved and my kid would be the next two bodies I saw in this room.

“We’ll give you a moment,” the doctor said, before walking out of the room, leaving me alone with Bones’ body.

I stepped closer to him, my boots pounding across the linoleum, muffling the groan that left my throat as I stared down at his face, pale, and lifeless. His lips already gray, matching the skin unmarked by tattoos.

This was the last time I’d see him, the last chance I had to look at him and speak, from this point forward I’d talk to a headstone, and even knowing that, my words still got lost on my tongue.

I knew what I felt and what I should say, yet I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t stand there and say goodbye. I couldn’t thank him for being a brother to me, not the kind that wore matching cuts, but the type of brother that guided me through life. Jack preaches about heart and that it keeps you from being reckless but most of my life it was Bones who kept me from being reckless. I didn’t need heart when I had a friend that could always reign me in, guide me away from the peril and put my ass on the right path.

He’s been my voice of reason, the one pulling me back from the edge for years. Sure, I could stand here and tell him how lost I would be now without him but he’d given me so much throughout the years it was time to give him one final thing in return. One piece of truth his soul could take with him on his journey.

I laid my hand over his chest, feeling the cold beneath the sheet against my warm hand.

Life and Death.

Such a fucked up thing.

“I promise you I’m going to own my responsibilities. I’ll be the father you always wanted for yourself and the one you wanted to be some day. It’s only fair since you lost your life, I will do everything in my power to do something the both of us wanted. I may not have known it right away, because you were always quicker to learn what you wanted out of life than I was, but usually we shared the same goals. I’ll be the father both of us never had and every day I look at my kid, God willing, I’ll think of you and the ultimate sacrifice you made for me,” I said hoarsely, hoping God didn’t make me out to be a liar.

Please let Pea survive.

“My kid will always know who you are. Always.” I vowed as my voice caught in my throat. “And any good I get to teach him is because I’ve learned it from you. Got one more promise for you, and it’s big so, listen up…” I said, drawing in a shaky breath as I leaned over his body. “I’m going to make the motherfucker who did this pay. I promise you. I fucking promise you with everything I am, I will get him. I will be his judge and his jury and I will make him pay for every sin he’s committed, starting with your death.”

I straightened up, patted his chest one final time before shoving both hands into my pockets and taking a step back.

I’ll never forget this moment.

I’ll put men in the ground remembering this exact moment.

I turned around to walk away and leave him to rest but something nagged inside of me. I didn’t want to ask anything of him. He’s given me so much and still I turned around to ask him one last favor, because I’m a greedy fuck. A terrified, greedy fuck.

“If they don’t make it, please take care of them,” I whispered to my friend. Turning once more, I made my way out of the morgue; glancing over my shoulder to catch one last glimpse of the man I was always proud to call my brother.

“Love you, my brother. See you soon,” I rasped, before closing the door behind me and coming face to face with the doctor again.

“These are his belongings,” he said, handing me a clear bag. I opened it and pulled out his leather cut stained with his blood. I fisted my hand around the leather and glanced at the rest of the stuff in the bag before handing it back to the doctor.

I walked to the bank of elevators clutching Bones’ cut, stepping inside the first one that opened and when the doors closed I drove my fist into one of the walls, my scream echoing off the walls of the elevator.

I turned the corner, lifting my head to see Jack and the rest of the club flocked by police officers, namely officer Brantley. As I made my way further into the waiting room I could hear Jack and the cop arguing. I’m sure the cop was having a chubby over the massacre that took place in the parking lot of the compound.

“Now isn’t the time to gloat Brantley. We’re one man down and waiting on word on an innocent woman and her child, so instead of you busting my balls and picking apart my club, why don’t you go find who the fuck is responsible for the bloodshed?” Jack growled.

“You’re partially responsible for this bloodshed and you know it Parrish.” Brantley countered. “The Satan’s Knights have been taking the lives of innocent women for years. It doesn’t matter if that girl in there lives or dies. She’s better off dead,” he seethed.

I charged at him but I was too slow as Anthony got to him first, slamming the cop in uniform up against the glass window of the hospital.

“Anthony!” Adrianna shrieked.

“That’s my sister in there you pig,” Anthony seethed, slamming his body against the glass.

“You’re assaulting an officer,” Brantley warned.

“Then fucking lock me up, douchebag,” Anthony gritted, releasing his hold on Brantley.

“Excuse me?” A doctor said, speaking over the commotion. “Are you the family of Lauren Bianci?”

I turned on my heel and looked at the doctor, watching as she removed her paper mask and glanced around at us until her eyes focused on mine. She glanced down at my clothes before lifting her eyes back to mine.

I’ll never forget the worn and drained eyes that stared back at me sympathetically. And I’m even more sure I wouldn’t forget the words she was about to deliver.

“I’m her mother,” Maria declared. “Please, is she okay?”

The doctor turned her attention to Maria.

“She’s still in surgery. I’m the resident OBGYN and this, is Dr. Meadows, the head of Pediatrics,” she explained, motioning to the doctor standing off to the left of her, a man I hadn’t even noticed was there.

“Pea,” I whispered, looking back and forth between the two doctors who were about to tell me if mine and Lauren’s baby had survived. It was that moment I became a father first and foremost, when I understood what it was to be a parent. I was terrified that they were going to tell me that Pea didn’t survive. The old me would’ve walked away just like I always did when something threatened to hurt me and not in the physical sense. Physical pain I could live with. The pain that slices through your heart? That shit was different, and as tough as I claim to be, as brutal of human I am, I usually run scared when it comes to the heart.

But I’m someone’s father now and that someone comes before my fear. That someone is my heart. The reason I have one, the reason it beats.

“I’m the father,” I said, walking up to them.

“As you know the baby was under distress and before they could operate on Ms. Bianci we needed to perform an emergency cesarean to deliver the baby,” she paused for a moment.

“Ms. Bianci successfully delivered a baby boy, weighing three pounds, one ounce and I believe fifteen inches in length. I closed and the surgeons took over. I don’t have an update on her status but while I was performing the C-section she was stable and I delivered the baby in under two minutes,” she explained.

“A boy,” I said. “I have a son.”

He was born weighing three pounds, one ounce but his birth caused my heart to weigh a ton. Who knew such a revelation could make my heart feel so full? Not me. Not me at all.

“Is he okay?”

Dr. Meadows stepped up.

“I took over for your son once he was delivered and immediately began working on him. His lungs aren’t fully developed so we needed to place him on a ventilator. He is in the NICU right now, stabilized with the machine breathing for him. We also inserted a feeding tube in him and are carefully monitoring him.”

“But he’s okay? I mean, he’s little and all but he’s going to make it, right Doc?” I asked, unable to recognize my own voice.

“Mr. Bianci is it?”

“No, Montgomery.”

“Mr. Montgomery, your son was born twelve weeks early, aside from Respiratory Distress Syndrome, your son is still very much considered to be in critical condition. We are working to determine if there is an intraventricular hemorrhage, which is a brain bleed. If there is we need to monitor it very closely but they usually dissolve on their own accord. However, there may be lasting side effects that we won’t be able to determine right away.”

“Such as?” I asked, turning to Maria. “Please, listen in case I forget anything,” I pleaded.

She nodded, tears falling down her cheeks as she listened along with me as the doctor explained Pea’s condition and the illnesses he may face.