Wreck Me: Steel Talons MC (17 page)

“This is awkward, Susan,” Jim complained as they walked hand in hand down the hospital corridor. The last time he’d seen her here, he’d taken her out to an ambulance and ridden her like a wild horse. This time, she’d insisted that, to meet her father, he wear his Steel Talons jacket and motorcycle boots with a handkerchief tied around his head. The only reason he’d gotten away with the ragged pair of jeans he wore was because he’d sworn on his own father’s grave that he didn’t own a pair of leather pants.

Susan still hadn’t believed him. She’d searched his closet.

Why he’d let her into his house he couldn’t fathom, and even worse, he didn’t know why he’d agreed to this little farce. He was on edge, worried about the club and the fight that was certainly on the horizon, and he hadn’t wanted to be away from the clubhouse. But she’d called after one in the morning and asked if he’d come with her, early. He’d told her she’d have to pick him up, and she’d been more than willing.

“It’ll be fine,” she told him, but the sharpness in her voice told Jim she was nervous. “Look, the idea is to give my father his dying wish to see me dating someone. I appreciate you doing this more than you can imagine.” She stopped outside a cracked door and turned to look at him. She nodded in approval. “And I also appreciate you looking like a biker.”

He gave her a withering look. “I
am
a biker.”

She sighed. “I just… I don’t know if I want to shock my mother and sister, or if I want to show them how stupid they can be. I mean, Emma’s husband is a cheating, abusive son of a bitch who sits in an office and talks numbers all day. When they see that you’re so much more admirable than that, they’re going to shit their pants.”

Jim couldn’t think of a time in his life when anyone had referred to him as “admirable,” and he stared down at Susan in wonder. She gazed back, her expression filled with confusion. Instead of answering her, he pulled her against him and kissed her, long and hard. When he pulled away, she stared at him with wide eyes, and he just stared into them. “Let’s do this.”

She nodded and pushed the door open. Jim’s ears were instantly assaulted by the voices two women who obviously disagreed about something, though he couldn’t tell what, since they were speaking in shrill voices on top of each other. Susan stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled. It pierced Jim’s ears, but it stopped the bickering and drew three pairs of eyes in their direction.

He instantly saw the family resemblance. While not nearly as petite, Susan had her mother’s curves and, if the man in the bed didn’t look like a vampire victim freshly drained of blood, her face would mirror his. The younger woman, presumably Susan’s sister, Emma, could have been Susan’s twin, though her face was rounder and she was short like her mother.

He could feel Susan draw in a deep breath, her side pressed to his. “Jim, meet my family. Family, this is Jim.” She walked forward and drew Jim along. She pushed past her mother, who looked like she might faint any moment, to get next to her father and kiss his forehead. She smiled down at him. “How are you feeling this morning?” she asked.

He shrugged. “I finally got some rest, until a few minutes ago.” He looked straight at Jim. “Hello, young man.”

He held out a weathered hand, and Jim took it. “It’s nice to meet you, Dr. MacGregor.”

He blew a raspberry. “It’s just Steve now. And the pleasure’s mine.” He made turning a motion with his hand. “You mind showing me the back of your jacket?”

Jim wasn’t sure why, but he turned to show the talons tearing into the American flag. He caught sight of Susan’s mother’s expression and wanted to laugh at the thin line she’d pressed her lips into and the hatred that poured from her eyes. He heard Steve clear his throat and turned back around to see a broad grin on his emaciated face. “You know, back in my day, the leather wasn’t as nice, and the image wasn’t as well-embroidered. The Steel Talons. God, I wish I’d made the cut.” He had a far-off look in his eyes, and Jim glanced back and forth between him and Susan, curious. But Susan’s expression told him she had no idea what he was talking about, either.

“I don’t think we need to cozy up about all this,” Susan’s mother said as she drew up to the other side of the bed beside her younger daughter, standing over her husband almost protectively.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Imogene. I’ve kept quiet long enough.” He turned back to Susan and Jim. “I prospected right out of high school, but I was young and dumb and didn’t make it. I’d still have the ‘prospect’ patch, if someone hadn’t burned it, along with the rest of my memories, years ago.”

Jim was floored. He would never have figured the man for a biker, and his wife’s eyes flashed hot as the corners of her mouth turned down in an ugly expression.

It was Emma who spoke to Jim next, her voice dripping with disgust. “How did you happen to meet my self-righteous sister?”

He felt Susan tense beside him, and he rushed to answer before things went south. Turning on the charm, he said, “This beautiful woman saved my life. Well, actually, at first, she just saved my leg. I crashed my bike on a wet road. But in the ambulance I looked into her eyes, and I knew she was everything I wanted. I haven’t been able to let her go since.”

Emma rolled her eyes. In a sing-song tone, she said, “She looked at him, and he looked at her, and they knew it was love.” She made a gagging sound. “I don’t believe in love at first sight. You probably just wanted to bang her, and now, you’ve developed a gratitude complex.”

Jim couldn’t get words out before Susan spit venom. “Don’t project your issues onto me, Emma. I’m not the one who feels like she deserves to be mistreated.”

Wrapping an arm around Susan’s shoulders, Jim drew her tighter against him. “I don’t think we should be fighting right now. I really wanted to meet all of you, even if you all have your differences. It was important to me to know the people who influenced such a tender, giving, selfless woman. And I also wanted to see where she got her looks.” He addressed Susan’s mother. “Now, it’s obvious you passed them on to both your girls.”

The older woman flushed, but she puffed up as if offended. Emma rolled her eyes and huffed like a petulant child. “I’m going to the cafeteria to get some coffee. I’ll be back after you’re gone.”

Susan’s mother cleared her throat and patted her chest. “I apologize for our behavior. I guess we just expected Susan to bring in someone more… ” She trailed off as she assessed Jim from top to bottom.

“Clean?” he suggested playfully. “I assure you, I’ve showered, and these clothes are fresh from the wash.”

Steve coughed several times, and Jim worried a lung was going to pop out of his mouth at any moment. Finally, the sound calmed, and the man spoke.

“I admit, you smell better than this damn hospital.” He chuckled, and Jim smiled down at him with a wink. Steve said, “Well, Jim, I don’t really know you, but I see that you’re protective of my daughter, and I watch the way you look at her. I also see the shine in her eyes and the glow on her face as she talks about you and as she looks up at you. Thank you for making her happy. And please, do everything you can to take care of her when I’m gone. She’s going to need you to get through this.”

“She has me,” Susan’s mother muttered.

Ignoring her remark, Jim said, “Yes, sir, I plan to be around for a long time to come. I—I am deeply sorry for what’s happened to you, and I can’t really say anything else except that I wish you peace.” Jim had never spoken to someone who was dying, and he only hoped he said the right thing.

As he left the room with Susan, he gazed down at her. From the tears in her eyes and the shadow of a smile on her lips, it seemed he’d done well. “Are you alright?” he asked.

She nodded. “Better than alright. I’m sorry about my mother and Emma.”

He shrugged. “They’re jealous. I am quite a catch, you know.”

She leaned into him as they walked. “It appears so. And I had no idea about my father.”

“That’s pretty cool. And I have something I can give you for him, too.” She frowned up at him, but he shook his head. “No, I’m not telling. I’ll give it to you tomorrow.”
If he’s still alive
, he thought.

He’d made a commitment to a dying man that he was going to be around for a long time. If someone else broke that vow for him, was it still a sin on his part? He hoped not.

He got Susan back in her car, sending her on her way to work, and called Boxer, who was supposed to have picked up his ride with the truck. He and Digger should be around the corner and ready to pick him up. It was time to get serious and stop playing house.

“You look happy today,” Eric commented as he and Susan cleaned the back of the bus.

She nodded. “I talked to my father last night. It went really well.”

“That’s fantastic, Susan. I’m happy for you.” Eric still watched her, and she waited for the next question. “There’s something more than that going on. Talk to me, woman. Spill the gossip. No one tells me anything because they ‘respect’ me. What that amounts to is that I get left out. Share something juicy with me.”

Susan couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, okay. I’m seeing someone, and I introduced him to my family today. It went beautifully. My sister was so jealous she couldn’t even stay in the room. My mother went ballistic because she doesn’t approve of any man. And my father adored him. I couldn’t have asked for anything better!”

“Your idea of perfect is a little imbalanced, but I’m glad it made you happy. Who’s the guy?”

Did she dare tell him?
You really should talk to Jim first and find out where he’s at.
“It’s not serious right now, and I promised I wouldn’t let the cat out of the bag until we talked about it.”

Eric made a disgusting sound. “Bullshit. Unless you’re embarrassed or something, you can tell me. I won’t tell, you know that.” He winked at her. “The secrecy makes me think things worse than you could possibly share. You know, like maybe you’re dating a biker or something.”

Susan looked away quickly so as not to give herself away. “You are utterly and completely ridiculous. Now, do your job. When the time is right, I’ll tell you every little detail.”

Eric wagged his tongue. “Don’t forget the sex. I love picturing coworkers naked and sweaty.”

Susan threw her rag at him and jumped out of the bus. “Gutter dog,” she called back. She heard him howl in response and went to wash her hands, shaking her head with a smile.
Men.

As she strode back toward the side of the bus and considered hosing it down, she heard the radio. Eric jumped out of the back and hustled toward the driver’s seat. Susan picked up the pace and hopped in the passenger side, picking up the radio. “Unit 54B, what’s the call, over?” she said into the intercom.

The static filled answer came, “Unit 54B, we need multiple units in quick response to the parking lot at 440 Yauger Way SW. Multiple gunshots were fired. Repeat, there are likely multiple gunshot victims, over.”

Eric pulled out, sirens blaring. “Copy. I’m on the way.”

Susan spoke into the radio. “Unit 54B, we’re about four minutes out, and three other units are right behind us, over,” she added, seeing two ambulances and a fire truck in the firehouse lighting up to follow them.

“Proceed with caution, Unit 54B. Police are en route and should arrive before you, but proceed with extreme caution. Over and out.”

“Sounds like a big one. What the hell do you think happened?” Eric asked as he flew around a corner.

Susan was unsettled, and for some reason, she worried about what she’d find. It wasn’t a matter of concern over death; she’d crossed the bridge now, and she’d made her peace with the fact that it was part of her job. Something else rang in the back of her mind, though, like a warning bell, and her stomach turned. She wanted to hurl, and she cracked her window to let some fresh air hit her face.

They arrived, pulling up at the edge of the parking lot on the street. There was no way Eric could cut through the mass of police cars, uniformed officers, and milling people that several officers were trying to hold behind the barrier of yellow tape they were still putting up.

Grabbing the field bag, Susan followed Eric toward the middle of the melee and stopped cold. Three men lay on the ground, pools of blood forming beneath them. She found it highly unlikely they could save any of them, but one of the men groaned, and she called to Eric, “Over here!”

“I’ll be right there,” he called back as she knelt beside the man, who had one shot to the stomach and another that seemed to have just missed his heart but probably caught a lung. She glanced back to find her partner checking the other two men. He directed a team to one that still had a pulse, and another team knelt by the man that was no longer breathing. As she gazed around, she noticed a fourth man sitting on the hood of a police car, holding pressure to his shoulder. He could wait for a moment, if that was the only injury he had. The last bus would be around the corner any moment.

She turned her attention back to her own victim. She checked him over for other injuries as Eric put pressure to the two wounds. She found nothing else and started taking vitals. “His blood pressure is low, but his heart rate is good,” she told Eric as he started to field dress the gunshots. “If we can stop the bleeding, he should be alright.”

“This one’s close to the heart,” Eric muttered as he bandaged the upper wound.

“I don’t think it caught his heart, but he’s gurgling a little. There might be blood leaking into his lungs.” All they had to do was hurry, and the ER would fix that. He wouldn’t drown that way. She moved up to look at his face. “Can you hear me, sir? What’s your name?”

He moved his mouth, but nothing came out. She waited, and one eye blinked open. He breathed something, and she leaned over to listen. “Miguel Sauza.”

She nodded. “Okay, Mr. Sauza, we just need you to keep still and stay with us. We’ll get you fixed up.” She met Eric’s eyes. “I’ll get the stretcher.”