I conned my mother into lending me her car, told her I needed a break from the last few days. The reality of my father’s life was harsher than I could’ve imagined. She bought the act, handed over her keys and I made a beeline for the hospital.
To be honest, I don’t think she bought my little act at all. I think my mother knows me better than she lets on. In fact, I sometimes think she’s a witch and knows all my secrets. It wouldn’t surprise me if she even surmised that I was going to see Blackie but for whatever her reasons were, she didn’t try to stop me.
I should be more cautious, try to make more of an attempt to mask my emotions, make it harder for her to read me but it wouldn’t work. My mother knows me but, more than that, she knows herself. She lived what I am living. I wouldn’t be na?ve to say she condones my feelings, but she gets them. She’d be a hypocrite to try to stop me.
It makes me wonder about my parents when they were young and in love, mainly my mother and what she was like when she was property of Parrish.
Property of Parrish.
I’m sure there are women who would cringe at being called someone’s property. But there are a few things I know about the MC world and being a man’s property doesn’t mean he owns you but more that you own his heart.
You belong to his heart…to his soul, whatever is left of it.
Love, it’s the only purity men like my father and Blackie have.
And to own that solitary piece of him…well, it’s bigger than all the I love you’s any man can say.
So, when I say I want to be Blackie’s property don’t look at me with pity.
Keep your pity.
Because being Blackie’s property means I own the only piece of him that isn’t black.
Being Property of Petra is owning his heart.
It’s restoring his soul.
It’s the unspoken I love you.
It’s the unspoken vow to honor and cherish, protect and love one another.
It’s belonging to the one person in this world created just for you.
At least that’s what it means to me.
But what do I know? I’m just a girl who’s been sheltered from the life she was born in to.
My stomach twisted in knots as I made my way into the hospital. I had no idea what floor he was on or what unit he was in but I quickly learned he was in intensive care. They allowed me to go upstairs to the unit but when I was buzzed in the nurse told me there was already a visitor and there was only one permitted at a time. I pleaded with her to make an exception but she wouldn’t budge, closing the door to the unit and leaving me in the hallway.
Now what?
The elevator chimed behind me causing me to turn around as the doors opened and I came face to face with Riggs.
The universe isn’t my friend.
It hates me.
“Ah, shit,” he groaned, stepping off the elevator as he ran his fingers through his hair. “What the fuck?” He asked the ceiling before pinning me with a glare. “Your father know you’re here?”
I rolled my eyes.
“I suppose you’re going to run back and tell him,” I accused.
“Fucking, Blackie…Man. Shit! Shit! Shit!” He rambled.
“How do you know I’m not here for another reason?” I said, placing my hands on my hips, cocking my head to the side as I challenged him. “Maybe I’m here picking up a prescription for birth control.”
He narrowed his eyes.
“It was one time!”
“What are you talking about?”
“What do you mean what am I talking about? What are you talking about? You know what? I don’t care. I have zero fucks left,” he ranted.
“Are you okay?”
“No! I’m not okay. I have a pea. And a baby mama. And Bones in my ear telling me to own it…imagine? Me owning responsibility for something? It’s fucking crazy. You should probably pick up that birth control or this could be you,” he said, as he swiped his hand down the length of his body.
“Breathe, Riggs,” I instructed, watching as the badass biker had a meltdown.
“I’m going to be a dad,” he hissed.
“Congratulations,” I smiled, earning me a glare in response. I guess impending fatherhood wasn’t on the agenda.
“Not funny,” he ground out, moving to walk around me. I quickly side-stepped him, blocking him by lifting my hand to his chest.
“Wait! Look, I’m sorry you’re having a crisis and all but I need your help,” I pleaded.
“Oh, hell no!” He shook his head. “I am not getting involved in this shit. Are you fucking crazy?”
“Riggs! I have to see him,” I said, desperately.
“No, I don’t know what the hell is going on with the two of you and shit, I don’t want to know but I am not getting involved.”
I raised an eyebrow when he stomped his foot to drive his point home.
Poor guy, he was falling apart.
“Riggs, please,” I tried. “I want to see for myself that he’s okay.”
“Your father will kill you, him and me!”