Making the Break by Lexy Timms

Author:Lexy Timms
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Dark Shadow Publishing
Published: 2017-10-30T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Chrissy left and suddenly he was all alone. She wasn’t coming back. He knew it in his gut.

The beeping of the monitors went haywire as he struggled to sit up, to try and call her back, to just talk to him.

He couldn’t stop her. Hell, he couldn’t get out of the bed. And, man, was he stoned.

Life fucking sucked.

The nurse came in and tsked as she reset the machine. “Mr. Parks, if you need help you should use the call button.”

Saks settled back into his pillows and fisted his hands at his sides. The nurse was only being nice, and he should thank her, but right now he was too consumed by his anger that Chrissy had left, again.

The morphine machine whirled and pumped again, sending a dose straight to his heart. He should tell the nurse to take the damn thing away. It was just messing with his head. But his hands unclenched as he slipped into a half-sleep. He was aware of what going on but he just didn’t care about responding to it.

Look, Saks, old boy. She doesn’t want you. You should move on.

But it was shitty time to take off when a slug of metal’s carved out your shoulder. Maybe wait till I’m outa the hospital. Or maybe not leave at all.

Better you know now. All this girl does is rabbit when things get tough.

Saks snorted in frustration. Arguing with himself was the most useless exercise ever.

“Hey, buddy, you awake?”

Saks didn’t open his eyes, but nodded. Luke had come in during his mental argument and was now standing beside his bed. “Yeah,” he said through parched lips. “I could use a glass of water.”

“Let me see what the nurse says.”

Luke came back shortly with a cup. “You can have ice chips.”

“Fuck.”

“When the anesthesia wears off, you can have something to eat.”

Saks reached to take the cup Luke offered and weakly dropped his arm. It felt like too much work to lift and hold. “Take it. I’ll get some later.”

“How do you feel?”

“I’m in no pain, and the colors are beautiful.”

“Smart ass.”

“I thought you had a business to run.”

“Rob’s watching the shop. He sends his best. Says the best way to beat a bullet is through.”

“Through what?”

“Like in ‘the best way out is through.’”

“He’s weird.”

“Yeah, but he should know. He’s been regaling me with stories of his DEA service. He was quite the cowboy, back in the day.”

“Gibs was like that, too. A grumpy old cowboy.”

Luke laughed. “He’d hit you on the head for that one.”

“I miss the guy.”

“Me, too.” Luke cleared his throat. “You’re looking tired.”

“Probably from the hit on the head, the bullet, and then the major surgery. Hand me an ice chip?”

Luke did as he asked. “They’ll be moving you to a room soon. One of the guys will stay through the night. We’re taking shifts to make sure no one takes any more shots at you. Still trying to figure out why those goons came after you.”

“No bloody idea.” He sucked on his ice and closed his eyes.

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