Comp’s Chance (Reckless Omens MC)

Chapter 15

Fifteen

COMP

“ W ell, Comp, it's been fun, man, but your brothers are here. I know you said you got a girl back home, but if it doesn’t work out… call me!” one of the twins, I think it’s Taz, says while holding his fingers to his ear and winking at me. I roll my eyes but give them a head nod before watching Grim and Grease get into the van.

“We're going to have to switch vehicles. You okay to be moved?” Grim asks, looking me over. The medic from Ghost’s team fixed me up pretty good.

“Get me the hell out of here,” I tell my brothers. I’m tired, in pain, and just want to be fucking home.

“Fuck, where’s my bike?” I ask.

“It's already back at the compound. Stay the fuck down. You were shot, stabbed, tortured, and carved up like a fucking thanksgiving turkey. Sit. Back,” Grease tells me, and I’ve never really heard that tone from him. Usually, he’s the one making a smart-ass comment to break the tension, but I can tell right now he’s dead fucking serious.

“When the fuck did you go to school for an MD?” I retort back. He gives me a death glare before Grim chuckles, then speaks up.

“Don’t worry,” Grim says, pricking me with a needle. When the fuck did he pull that out? As a matter of fact, where the fuck did he pull that from? I open my mouth when a wave of dizziness takes over. “That should knock him out until we get him home and in bed,” he says, and the last thing I see is a relieved smile cross his face.

T he next time I wake, I’m in a dark room. I can barely make anything out, but it looks like my bed. Feels like my bed, and I swear I can smell Sunny’s fresh sunshine scent. I take a deep breath and notice movement on my right side. Sunny is sitting in a chair, curled in on herself. She looks so uncomfortable I can't stand it. I look around again, and I notice a pallet on the floor. All three kids are lying on an air mattress next to my bed. I smile down at them just as I hear the door quietly open. Halle peeks in, but when she sees me awake, she smiles.

“Well fucking finally, we’ve been worried about you. The kids refused to sleep anywhere else. So did your woman over there,” she says pointedly, looking at Sunny.

“She isn’t my woman,” I say automatically, but a tiny voice in my head mutters, yet .

Halle looks at me with a furious glare. “She has been worried sick about you since we found out what happened. You hurt her, and I’ll kick your ass from here to hell,” she says, placing her hands on her hips. I want to say something else, but what is there to say?

“Fine,” Halle huffs. “Since she ain't your woman, the girls and I can take her to Devil’s Crossroads for girls' night and find her a cowboy. I saw her reading a book earlier that had some hot as fuck shirtless cowboy on the cover…”

“Enough,” I growl, not able to stand the thought of Sunny near another fucker, much less watching those fucking pretty boy prospects dance on the bar, barely dressed.

I hear a gasp from my bedside, and I realize I yelled a bit too loudly and woke up Sunny. She looks back and forth between Halle and me, noticing the tension. Then I see Halle smirk at me and raise a brow. She played me, and I fell for it. I would have realized it was all a lie if I had been in my right mind. No way in hell Loki would let his woman within five miles of that bar, especially on ladies' night. Halle smiles widely before turning to Sunny.

“I just came in to check on the kids and make sure y’all didn’t need anything before heading to the house. Want me to grab the twins?” Halle asks, looking at Sunny. She shakes her head no.

“It's fine. I’ll keep them tonight. I can move them to my room,” Sunny says, getting up. Loki rushes into the room seconds later.

“House all to ourselves, fuck baby! Chair, tied down, murder wall…. We need to get the fuck outta here,” he says, bending quickly, tossing Halle over his shoulder, and hauling ass out of the room. Sunny giggles, and I can't help the smile on my face. She has a beautiful smile. She turns back to look at me.

“How are you feeling? Do you need water or anything? I don’t know if you can eat, but I can ask Grim. He was in here not too…”

“Sunshine,” I say to stop her from rambling and waking the kids. “I’m fine, I promise. I just need a bit more sleep.” I wince, but she's too busy chewing on her thumbnail and looking around the room nervously.

“Okay, well, I’ll get the kids up and move them to my room. We will leave you alone for the night,” she says, walking around the side of the bed.

“It’s okay, don’t wake them up,” I tell her, not wanting any of them to leave yet. She looks at me like she wants to argue, but nods in agreement.

“Okay, well, I’ll be just down the hall. Let me know if you need anything, please. Don’t get up; just yell for me,” she says, turning and walking from the room.

“Sunshine!” I say, stopping her. She turns back to me, and when I have her full attention, I hold my hand out to her.

“Lay with me?” I ask. She’s already shaking her head no.

“You were hurt, Nix. Badly,” she says. That stops me, and I look down at my chest, wanting to make sure I’m wearing a shirt or at least some sort of bandage so she can't see the message carved into my skin. The twins told me what it said, and I refuse to let her see it and have that weight on her conscience.

“Please. I’m fine. Just come lay with me. I need to know I’m back here, at the clubhouse, in the room, with you,” I tell her. The nightmares and PTSD from the whole situation haven’t started yet. I don’t know if it will ever hit me or if I’m just too used to the fucked up shit that seems to happen in my life… but that doesn’t mean I won't use the sympathy card with her to get what I want.

She looks at me hard for a minute before I see her finally waiver.

“Fine, but you stay on your side. No turning, no moving, and no cuddling,” she says sternly.

“No cuddling? How am I supposed to get through the night?” I ask, sticking my lower lip out a bit. It has the desired effect, though, and she smiles, shaking her head before stepping closer to the bed and laying down. She stays far away from me, and I can't physically pull her into my arms like I’m dying to do, so I just lay there, happy knowing she’s safe in my bed.

“I was so scared,” she says softly into the dark. I feel the bed shift, and then she slides her hand into mine, holding on for dear life. I feel the ache of where my fingernails used to be, but I don’t tell her; I just squeeze her hand back.

“Nothing would have stopped me from getting back here to you,” I tell her.

I swear I hear her sniff before she mutters, “Goodnight, Nix.”

“Goodnight, Sunshine,” I tell her, closing my eyes and dreaming of a life full of her sunlight, Paisley’s smile and laughter, and taking them both to meet my parents. Right before I wake up, I see an image that will be stuck in my mind forever.

Sunny stood with a halo of light surrounding her, Paisley holding her hand, and I stood tall behind her, smiling and holding her growing belly.

Please don’t let me wake from this.