Cops didn’t deserve to have even more people against them.
They deserved unity and support from the public, and with all the cop related shootings going on lately, it wasn’t looking good for us.
“You know my number,” I said when the doors opened.
The two of them nodded and exited the ER with me.
Once outside, they went left, and I went straight to where I could see Nikki and the two women at her sides.
“Hey,” I said, pointing towards the gap in the saw horses the police had erected.
They all nodded and started pushing through the last of the crowd until they arrived at the gap.
When Estevez would’ve stopped them, I put my hand on his back.
“They’re with me,” I informed him.
He winked. “Gotcha.”
Both girls came around the barrier and I pulled Nikki against my side with my arm around her shoulders. “I need a hug that’ll turn into sex,” she whispered against the skin of my neck. I squeezed her shoulders tightly, pulling her even deeper into me. Then, like a boss, I said, “I could give that to you…if you want.”
Chapter 12
Hello, my name is Nikki Pena, and I’m a liar. I’m also going to hell.
-A liar’s secret thoughts
Nikki
“Hello?” Michael answered his phone with a large bite of hamburger taking up the majority of his mouth.
Michael grinned, and I could see chunks of food in his mouth, causing me to turn away in disgust.
My stomach roiled, and I looked down at the barely eaten plate of nachos I’d ordered for lunch-one hundred percent sure that if I tried to eat them I’d be barfing in no time.
It’d been four weeks since all the business with Madden and his children had gone down, and a little over four weeks since little Nathan Cox had been admitted to the hospital for a gunshot wound to his head.
All four were doing fine, and Madden was with his children at a temporary foster home until we could figure out a more permanent situation.
Nathan, however, wasn’t home.
Although he was doing much better, he still wasn’t where he needed to be to be allowed release from the hospital.
Then there was the murderer out there killing cops and their pregnant wives.
That was the worst.
That part was so scary because I worried for my friends and family, since all of them were cops.
Nausea started to slither up the back of my throat, and I hastily grabbed my cup of tea before taking several sips in a vain attempt to keep it down.
“I told you to buy a four wheel drive,” Michael said, taking another bite of his sandwich.
I closed my eyes as a ball of food and stomach contents started coming up my throat, and swallowed convulsively to get it to go back down.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” Michael said with a laugh. “Don’t dig it down any more. I’ll be there.”
I opened my eyes when I felt the table cloth move from him standing up.
I raised an expectant brow at him, all the while trying not to let on just how badly I felt.
“My sister’s stuck in her front yard. I have to go pull her out. Do you want to go or are you going home to study?” He asked hopefully.
I immediately started to feel bad.
Although I’d spent time with him over the last month, I’ve not spent much time with him.
We were together…just not together. I was there physically, just not mentally.
I’d been studying for my final exam that would hopefully lead to me being a certified mid-wife in the state of Texas.
A test that I was taking next week if all worked out as planned.
I had been ignoring him, though, and I was regretting that.
The only time we actually spent together, without me studying, was when I was laying in his arms at night.
“I’ll go,” I said softly, standing up.
A wave of exhaustion hit me the moment I stood and I swayed.
Michael caught me by the elbow and asked, “Okay?”
I nodded. “I’m really tired.”