The Biker's Lucky Charm (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV Book 5) by Glenna Maynard (popular books of all time txt) 📕

No answer. I go over to where I last left her even though I don’t see her.

“Where’s my wife?” I question her sister.

Jules purses her lips. “She said she was going to get a beer.”

“When?”

“Not long after you took off. Everything okay?”

“I don’t know.” I stalk off in search of Murder when my cell vibrates with a call from my sister. My first instinct is to hit ignore but she could be calling about Connor, so I take it.

“Talk to me.”

“Don’t freak out, but I was in the kitchen cutting up a banana for Connor. I turned my back for two seconds. Kimber was supposed to be watching him, and he fell and hit his head on the corner of the coffee table. I think he’s gonna need stitches. Can you and Pam meet me at the ER? I don’t want to scare you, but I feel I should warn you there’s a lot of blood.” My stomach drops at the sound of my boy squalling in the background.

“Call Pam. I’ll be there soon as I can.”

“Isn’t she with you?”

“Not currently. Just call her.”

“I will. I promise he’s going to be okay. I’m on my way. Kimber has him in the backseat trying to stop the bleeding.”

I go to the garage where there’s a few old bikes in storage that Grudge used to tinker around with and pray that one of them runs.

I roar away from the clubhouse with my heart about to burst up in my throat. I can’t get Pam on the phone. For all I know she’s off somewhere with that cocksucker who’d love nothing more than to come between us. All thanks to that fucking cunt getting in the way again.

Life is a fucked up funny bastard and so is his sister karma. Guess I’m getting mine.

My chest squeezes tight. If anything happens to Connor, I don’t know what the fuck I’ll do. I’m torn between going off to look for my wife or driving straight to the hospital to be with our son. I know Zoe is with him, but Pam and I should be there. Rain starts pelting against my back.

Just my damn luck that I picked a motorcycle with bald ass tires.

I was in such a damn hurry to ride out I didn’t think to put a helmet on. A fat raindrop hits my face, and I blink for a second. One second is all it takes for me to blow through the stop sign and into an oncoming car. The moment my body connects with the metal and I go sailing over the hood, my wife’s face flashes through my head. My sweet Pam. I call her that because she’s got a damn mouth on her that is anything but sweet. My back hits the pavement, and I pray that Connor is going to be okay before my head hits the asphalt. I blink my eyes as warmth spreads from the back of my head. My right leg burns, hell everything hurts.

Rain continues to fall as I struggle to stay conscious.

Chapter Fourteen

The rain is coming down now in heavy sheets as I turn left to take Vince back to the clubhouse. I can hardly make out a thing even though the wipers are on high and my bright lights are on. I edge forward taking the turn slow. I’ve always hated driving in the rain. Out of nowhere we’re struck on the driver’s side. Something thumps across the hood as I slam on the brakes.

Vince knocks his head against the dashboard with a curse as we roll to a stop. “The fuck was that?”

I glance out the driver’s side window not seeing anything. “Maybe I hit a deer or something.” I roll down my window partially and peer into the darkness seeing a motorcycle I don’t recognize illuminated in my headlights. “Oh my God.” My hand files to my mouth. “It was person.” I turn my emergency flashers on. “Use my phone. Call 911.” I throw my door open getting soaked as I run around the front looking for the rider.

I find him on the opposite side sprawled out on the roadway. My heart shatters as I sink to the asphalt next to the body. “Link,” I cry out and touch his clammy face.

Vince jumps out saying something, but I can’t hear anything he’s stating. All I hear is the rain coming down. I got to lift Link’s head to my lap when Vince stops me with a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t move him. We don’t know the extent of his injuries. Dispatch has someone in route.” He squats next to me rubbing his forehead. “Is that?”

I gaze at him in complete shock unable to speak as I hold my fingers up feeling the sticky warmth coating my fingers where I touched the back of my husband’s head.

“Pam,” Vince barks. “Snap out of it.” His fingers wave in front of me. “Hey.” He shakes my shoulder. “Have you drank anything tonight?”

I shake my head. “What?”

“Have you been drinking?”

“What’s that have to do with anything? My husband could be dead and it’s my fault. It’s my fault.” My body shakes as the cold and wet of the rain seeps through to the bone along with the weight of reality. My teeth chatter as my body trembles with worry.

“Babe.” I press my lips to Link’s hoping by some miracle that luck shines down on us and saves my husband. “Open your eyes, honey. Brant, please. Come back to me. Come back.” I press my fingers to his neck in search of a pulse as sirens howl in the distance.

**

Someone wrapped me in an itchy blanket. I can barely hold the cup of coffee I think one of the police officers gave me.

“We really need to check you over. You could have whiplash,” a nurse tells me, softly.

“Not until I know he’s okay.”

“At least let us find you something dry to