Reckless Temptations (The Tempted Series Book 4) (46 page)

I gave her hand a soft squeeze before reaching up with my free hand and smoothing back her dark hair that fell over her forehead.

“Guess what else I realized?” I paused, unable to tear my eyes away from her. “God, you’re pretty. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at your face. Even when we’re old and you have lines on your face and you’re jealous because I don’t,” I teased, desperate for us to be Kitten and Tiger again.

“All kidding aside, I realized I have loved you for a long time. I love you so much more than I ever knew I was capable of loving someone. But it’s you Lauren, it’s all you, all my love is yours. I’m not a second chances kind of guy, they don’t come around that often for me but that won’t stop me from asking you for this second chance. Wake up, Kitten, give me another shot and I promise you I’ll never need another one. I’ll be the guy you deserve, I’ll be the family guy first and the motorcycle man second,” I declared, brushing my lips back and forth against her hand.

“Wake up so I can make all your dreams come true,” I murmured against her skin.

A knock sounded on the glass door causing me to look over my shoulder toward Jack who held up a bag. I looked back at Lauren, kissed her hand before gently placing it back on the bed.

“I’ll be right back,” I promised, as I stood up and slid the door open and stepped out of her room. “That my stuff?” I said, tipping my head toward the duffel bag he was holding.

“Yeah, Pipe put everything in there,” he explained, glancing over my shoulder at Lauren.

“How is she?”

“Hanging in there,” I said, taking the bag from him.

“I saw the baby, the nurse says he’s doing good,” Jack continued, before he pinned me with a sharp gaze. “I know your head is focused on your family, as it should be but I want you to know I’m taking care of this, going to make them all pay, every last motherfucker that has a dragon tattooed to their back.”

“We should’ve taken them out before they had a chance to ever touch my family,” I said, knowing my voice sounded bitter but I wouldn’t apologize for it either. “You and the club can go buck-fucking-wild on the Dragons, but Wu—he’s mine, not the clubs. This shit is personal,” I said, glancing over my shoulder at Kitten, driving my point home before turning back to Jack. “You understand personal don’t you?”

“I do,” he agreed.

I took the duffel bag from him.

“Then I have your word that you don’t strike until I can leave here and do what I gotta do,” I clarified.

“If that’s what you want, man, but I’m telling you I’ve got this,” he protested.

“No, Jack, you don’t,” I cut him off, turning around and leaving no room for him to argue with me as I walked back into Kitten’s room.

I dropped the bag onto the chair, unzipping it and digging around until I pulled out the black plastic bag I had asked Pipe to get. I took what I wanted, walking to the foot of the bed and lifted the sheet, exposing Lauren’s toes that were painted bright pink. I wrapped one hand around each foot and shook my head.

“Your feet are always so cold,” I said, taking the socks I had removed from the bag, the ones that had kittens all over them, and pulled them onto her feet.

“There,” I said, bringing the sheet down over her feet before walking back around to her side. “Those should help keep you warm,” I whispered, sitting down in the chair before I laid my head on her bed and clutched her hand with both of mine.

“Please wake up, Lauren,” I murmured as I closed my eyes and brought her hand to my lips. “I need you.”

I must’ve fallen asleep because the next thing I remember is a nurse waking me up and telling me they needed to check Lauren’s vitals and change her dressings. There was still no change, no sign of improvement and so I left her room and let the doctors do their jobs while I checked on the baby.

I stopped in my tracks when I spotted Maria standing in front of the glass, her hands covering her mouth as she sobbed. My heart dropped, immediately looking for my son and spotting him in the same position I had left him. I breathed a sigh of relief and glanced around the empty corridor in search for Anthony or Adrianna but they were nowhere to be found.

“Maria?”

She turned to me, wiping her face as she did. “Is she okay?”

“She’s the same,” I confirmed. “They asked me to leave so they can change her dressings and check her out, so…
I figured I’d check on this little guy,” I said, turning my attention toward my boy. “I feel like I’m failing them. When I’m not with her it feels wrong and when I’m not with him it feels the same but how do I cho
ose?”

“You’re doing a good job,” she said, taking me by surprise.

I turned to meet her sincere eyes.

“I never expected to like you,” she said deliberately, blowing her nose into a tissue.

“Yeah, neither did I,” I retorted.

“But you surprised me Rabbit,” she teased.

“Riggs,” I corrected, earning a wink from her as she laced her arm around mine.

“Come with me,” she coaxed, leading me down the corridor. It was almost a year ago that I first met Maria and she knocked me in the head with a frying pan. Up until a couple of hours ago, or maybe days, I don’t even know how long this shit show had been going on, I wouldn’t have followed her anywhere too afraid she’d whack me.

We rounded the corner and she brought me inside the hospital chapel. I didn’t tell her the only chapel I was familiar with was the kind where Jack was the reverend and instead of saying prayers we voted on who dies.

She slid into the first pew and I followed behind her, staring at the altar and the candles that were displayed, some of them lit some of them not.

“Do you pray?” She asked, making the sign of the cross before she folded her hands.

“No,” I admitted. “Do you think it will help?” I asked, sounding half like a moron, half like a man running out of options but desperate to do whatever it takes to fix this situation.

“Yes, now pray with me,” she ordered.

“I don’t know how to pray,” I whispered, scratching the back of my head, waiting for nice Maria to morph into bat shit crazy Maria.

She shook her head, grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together.

“Heavenly Father, please hear our prayer,” she began. I thought she’d go on to recite a bunch of prayers, a few Hail Mary’s and whatever else there was but she prayed to God by talking to him. She explained Lauren’s situation, the baby’s and how they both needed his help to fight their way back to us. She promised she’d be a good servant of the Lord and drag my ass to church every Sunday if need be. Yeah, she told God she was going to drag my ass. When she was finished she taught me the Our Father, and then we both made the sign of the cross before walking over to the candles and lighting one for Lauren and one for Pea.

By the time we made our way back to the NICU, Maria offered to sit with Lauren while I spent some time with the baby. I tapped my knuckles against the glass, signaling to the nurse that I wanted to see the baby. She held up a finger telling me to wait a moment and then met me outside.

“Dr. Meadows came in and assessed the baby, he was able to take a few breaths on his own and suggested that we try the Kangaroo Care,” she said, leading me to the room where I scrubbed down before.

“Kangaroo what?” I questioned, taking the soap she offered me and started the scrubbing ritual.

“Studies have found that when premature babies have skin to skin contact with a parent they thrive so we’re going to have him lay on your chest,” she explained.

I froze in the middle of soaping up my hands and stared at her.

“You mean I’m going to be able to hold him?”

She smiled widely as she nodded. It took a moment for that to settle in before I continued to sterilize myself. I was anxious to hold him but a part of me felt guilty that I’d be holding him before Lauren. She already had missed some of the things I knew she was looking forward to, and this, the first time he’s held, well, it should be her arms holding him. She deserved that.

I followed the nurse and sat down in the chair next to my son’s incubator and did as I was told to prepare myself for this moment. I watched as she disconnected some of the wires that were attached to him and opened the top of the incubator, maneuvering his little body into her arms. I reached behind me, nervously pulling my shirt over my head before she turned around and faced me. I held out my arms, not sure where to hold him and not wanting to hurt him or pull any of his wires.

“Lean back,” she instructed, and as my back rested against the chair she laid my son against my chest, transitioning my hands where hers were.

I inhaled sharply as her hands left his tiny body and mine kept him curled against my chest.

Words failed me.

None could ever justify the feeling of him in my arms.

My palm covered nearly most of his body as I splayed it over the blanket covering his back and felt the rise and fall of his chest.

He took one breath at a time without the help of the machine.

That’s my boy.

I closed my eyes and held him close.

Dreams.

Maybe they did come true.

I glanced at the side-view mirror, watching as Riggs hung his helmet on one of the handlebars of his bike then turned his eyes in my direction, giving me a glimpse of that face I missed waking up to.

Most girls in my situation would hope their baby didn’t look anything like the father, but I was the opposite. I wanted Pea to look like Riggs. I wanted the reminder of the happiest few months of my life. I know my baby will fill the void of Riggs, and once I lay eyes on him or her, this pang in my chest will melt. I’ll be so overwhelmed with love for Pea, I’ll forget about the love I lost.

I’ll forget all about Kitten and Tiger.

I opened the car door, preparing myself for the awkward discussion we were about to have as I stepped out of the car. I walked around to the back of the car and leaned against the trunk as I waited for him.

He laughed along with his brothers, breaking my heart with every chuckle.

His laugh.

His smile.

They were the things that tugged at my heart strings, the things that first hooked me to the hooligan that came looking for me one crazy night in a bar. The same hooligan that told me to take a detour, to trust him because I’d end up exactly where I was supposed to be.

Here I am.

And he’s walking toward me.

Exactly where I’m supposed to be.

With him.

I pushed off the car, my feet making the choice, siding with my heart and not my head as I started for him.

A truck pulled into the lot, distracting me momentarily and I froze in my tracks, watching as Pipe started shouting at the driver.

“Park the truck over here,” Pipe hollered to the driver. “Over here!” He demanded. “What the fuck, are you assholes deaf? Park the fucking truck over here,” he shouted.

“Shit! Get down.”

I felt my heart lurch into my throat and my eyes widened as Pipe tried to warn us of the danger before the back of the truck opened and men started firing machine guns.

“Lauren, get down!” Riggs, hollered.

“Riggs!” I cried, knowing he probably couldn’t hear me over the gunfire.

No. This can’t be happening.

My eyes darted around the property fearful of what was happening.

There was nowhere to turn, nowhere to hide and it was pretty damn impossible to stop, drop and roll with this belly.

“Get down,” Riggs shouted.

I crouched down as low as I could get and tried to run toward the clubhouse. I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at Riggs.

“NO! NO! NO!” Riggs screamed. “Lauren!”

I never thought I’d die young, but we already know all the plans I’ve made for myself have been a joke. Maybe that was why they all went astray, not because God was a prankster and I was his victim, but because he knew I was going to join him and never be able to fulfill any of my plans.

He had a greater plan.

One that didn’t include Kitten and Tiger.

One that didn’t include Pea.

Or maybe that was his plan, maybe I was the detour, the unexpected turn in Riggs’ life. I was just a means to a cause. I was here to unite Riggs with Pea and that’s it.