Wrecked & Reclaimed (Sacred Sinners MC - Texas Chapter Book 5) by Bink Cummings

Author:Bink Cummings [Cummings, Bink]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-09T23:00:00+00:00

Hours later, I’m jerked from my sleep when my phone goes wild on my crotch, where it migrated to during my nap. The clock on the wall reads half-past seven in the morning. Dawn filters in through Ryker’s window.

I palm my cell before it quits humming.

The name National Prez salutes me on the screen. I answer, not wanting to piss him off. He’s not one to wait, unless you want your dick punched and a visit to his special shed. Alright, maybe not the shed. That’s reserved for major offenders. Those who won’t come out alive.

“‘Ello?” I greet on a stifled yawn that I try to smother with my hand.

Not one to beat around the bush, Big dives headfirst into the conversation, when I want nothin’ more than a week of uninterrupted sleep. “How’re things doin’? Any news?” He’s awfully bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at this hour, for a monstrous biker who eats nails for breakfast. Wish I could say the same. Not the nails part. I’ll leave that to Big. I’m more of a slice and dice man myself.

Shrugging, even though he can’t see me through the phone, I reply a sleep-roughened. “Not much. They won’t know for another forty-eight hours. When he gets past the critical phase.” I rub the crud from the corner of my eyes with a knuckle.

“But the surgeries went well?”

Head lolling to the side, another yawn surfaces. “If you call coding twice, blood transfusions, and multiple entry wounds with few exits, good. Then yeah, I guess so. They got all the bullets and fragments out. There’s a plate and screws keeping his fractured leg together. It should hold.” Will hold.

Sleep deprived, hungry, and well past irritable, I stretch my legs out in front of me and massage my knees. Sleeping upright in a hospital chair ain’t no joke. You’d think the back and shoulders would be the worst part. Or the neck. Think again. It’s the hips and legs. That’s where it all starts. Torqued hips twist the spine, which creates a nasty chain reaction. I could use a full body massage right about now.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Big sounds relieved. “Better than expected when I got the call. You in his room now?”

“Yes. I don’t plan on leaving. Visiting hours don’t count for folks like us. Plus, Ghost and Pops have enough of a shit storm to clean up. I’m sendin’ ‘em updates every few hours. Figured this is where I’m needed the most.” I couldn’t live with myself if Ryker died, and I wasn’t there. He might do shit to get under my skin and piss me off, but he’s still my brother, by blood and by patch.

True to Big’s character, he ticks one question off his list and jumps into the next, not wasting precious time on niceties. “You heard from Katrina? All Ghost said was she was shook up, but hangin’ in there.”

Do we have to go there?

“That’s about as much as I know, too,” I explain. “We had a blowout after she and Rosie showed up to visit the baby, while Ryker was in surgery.

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