“Yeah? Yeah! Yeah, it was. I thought it was romantic. I knew they were perfect for each other so I put my life on the line for them. That’s just the kind of guy I am; a secret romantic.” Bobby says, clearly lying through his teeth. Fucking cheesy as hell; If Doc ate that up she was weaker than I thought.
I grabbed a couple of shots to help with the pain while I waited. Hearing Bobby turn my messed up situation with Dani into a way to get into Doc’s pants was more than I could stand. The man was more sappy over Doc than I thought.
After about twenty minutes it is my turn.
“Yours is a through and through, too,” she says, eyeing me.
“How’s Dani?” I ask, trying to take my mind off the pain. I am worried about her injuries and if that bastard did anything to her. A gun shot to his head was too gentle; I should have waited for Bull to give the word. I could have had a good time torturing him, something I have wanted to do since I was a kid.
“Bruised ribs, possibly cracked, and maybe a slight concussion,” she says, darting a needle into my arm to numb it. Finally!
I sigh in relief; the twisted, gut-wrenching pain is starting to subside.
“She wasn’t raped, if that’s what you’re asking. She can’t remember much with the concussion, but I’m sure she will have some post traumatic distress. You may get more out of her with time, but she just needs rest really. I wouldn’t let her sleep for a while, but that may be harder said than done.”
As Doc stitches up my arm, I contemplate what exactly I’m going to say to Dani. She’s going to have questions; more than I’m willing to answer. Not fully trusting her is going to be a problem, and who her daddy is makes for a bigger problem. If I don’t make her happy, all it takes is her crying to daddy before another shot is fired off in my direction. Bull ordering her to stay with me pisses me off. If this whole situation shows me anything, it’s that I just need to stay away from her before both of us are dead.
Laying on the bed listening to my iPod, “Demons” by Imagine Dragons is roaring in my headphones when Shadow walks in holding his arm. Dry blood is swirled around his arm and his face is grimaced with pain and confusion. I yank the headphones off and try to sit up, but the overwhelming pain makes me lay back down.
“What happened?” I ask, pointing at all the blood on his arm and the big bandage wrapped around it.
“What happened? Let’s just say your dad didn’t take me being with you under his nose very well,” he says sarcastically, laying on the bed next to my feet. The fog starts to show face in the corners of my vision; I blink tightly trying to push it away.
“Oh.” What can I say? He just took a bullet to be with me.
He turns his head, still lying flat on his back, to look at me. “Oh?” he says mockingly, making my dazed state breed anger. His mother did this to me. He said I was safe, but how safe was I when that Ricky guy nearly fucked me with his tongue.
“I mean-to be fair, I am like this because of your mother and–“ I pause not sure who Ricky is. Is he Shadow’s father? Shadow just glares at me, knowing my next question.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he barks at me while lifting from the bed. “I tried to warn you from the day you pounced on me like a dog in heat!”
Really? He's turning this all on me, acting as if it is my fault this happened.
“Excuse me?” I yell back, my ribs and head howl with savage pain. I gasp and continue my rant. “I didn’t see you putting up a big fight, asshole!” I wince, and hold my head. My whole body stiffens at the karate kicking in my skull.
“You broke a law climbing on the back of that fucking bike with that dick weed, Dani, not me!” he says, his chest puffed out in anger.
I look up through my lashes and see his face etched with worry. He is so confusing. I don’t remember much from the kidnapping, but I remember the tone and how caring Shadow was when I thought he was a dream. Now that I’m here and he knows I'm safe, he’s back to demanding Shadow again.
Fury drowns my pain. How dare he act as if this is all my fault; does he have any idea what I just went through? Trying to remember everything is hard; I have lots of questions, I just can't remember all of them.
“Who is Ricky?” I whisper, curious. That is one I do remember. I will never forget him; the way he made my skin crawl. I would need a shower of acid to be rid of him.
Shadow sighs deeply, and throws his hands over his face.
“Is he your dad”? If he was indeed his dad, then maybe Shadow was more messed up than I thought. He just killed him without so much as a blink of an eye.
“No, he was not my father,” Shadow says flatly, clearly irritated I would even insinuate that.
I bite my lip at his tone. When I was in that shit-hole of a room, all I could think about was Shadow. I realized that I love him and sadly that I don't even know who he is.
“Maybe I wouldn’t get that idea if you would share with me, Adrian.” I say his name sharply, his head nearly snapping off at the sound.
“How do you know my name?” he asks, astounded.