DIRTY ALPHAS: The Alpha Bad Boy Collection by Franca Storm

Author:Franca Storm [Storm, Franca]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-08-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 36

~Ax~

I open my eyes. I feel like shit.

I have to blink several times to clear my blurred vision.

“Ax! You’re awake!”

It’s Runner’s voice. I turn to see him, Smiter and Grit sitting to my right.

“What’s happening…where….?” I murmur, struggling to sit up.

I’m stopped by an IV in my arm. I grunt at the sharp pain that shoots through my wrist and my left arm for some reason. I glance down at myself to see my arm’s in a sling.

“Stop,” Smiter orders. “You won’t be able to move right now.”

“Fuck that,” I mutter.

“You got two broken ribs, Ax,” Runner tells me.

Argh! I growl and stay where I am. Smiter steps up to my bed and tells me, “You’re in Brockford General Hospital. Been out for a couple of hours now. Your left arm is shattered in several places from the impact of the crash. Got a broken nose from your fight with Broker, along with the ribs Runner mentioned, knuckles on both your hands are shredded. And you got God knows how many stitches in your fucking face too.”

“What? How you guys know what went down?”

“Ralph told us when we burst on in here raising hell and demanding to see you,” Runner says. “I’m your emergency contact, remember?”

“Right, yeah.”

In all the confusion and the high of the drugs I can feel running through my fucking veins, it takes it this long to hit me. “Fuck! Where’s she? Where’s Rox?”

“She’s down the hall. She’s okay,” Smiter answers.

I fight to get outta bed. “Gotta see her. Now.”

The three of ‘em all work to restrain me.

“Fuck off! Gotta see my girl! Now!” I bellow.

“Let him see her,” Smiter says.

“Yeah? He can’t walk. Doc said he needed to rest and heal up,” Runner argues.

“Go find that nurse you were hitting on earlier. Get us a wheelchair for him,” Grit suggests.

Runner nods. “Yeah, good idea.” Next thing I know, he’s bolting outta the room.

“Kid’s got mad persuasion skills over the bitches he meets,” Smiter says. “I swear, he could just snap his fingers and they’d have their panties off for him.”

Grit laughs, but I’m too anxious ‘bout Rox to do anything but focus on that damn door opening again and Runner coming back in with my way of getting to her.

It seems like a goddamn eternity before he finally comes back in, a wheelchair with him.

The three of ‘em help me into the chair, ignoring my grumbling at having to be treated like a damn invalid.

As Smiter pushes me towards Rox’s room with Grit and Runner following at the sides, my stomach lurches as I see Dealer striding down the hall. For once he don’t look his usual angry self. He looks completely stricken.

But as soon as he sees me, that anger’s right back.

He storms up to us, roaring, “Told you to stay the fuck away from her, Ax!”

“What the fucking hell?” Runner exclaims. “Is this…real?”

“Dealer’s alive?” Grit gasps.

“You knew?” Smiter asks me, putting two and two together, given Dealer’s angry statement ‘bout giving me a warning with Rox.

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