If I live to be a hundred and one, I never in my lifetime want to relive those last few moments on the phone with Skye. Jesus fucking Christ, my body is still shaking a day later. She had her seat belt on thank God, and somehow—miraculously, she came out with just a mild concussion, some cuts, a few stitches, and bruised ribs. The paramedics and medical staff were all amazed, and I guess I need to start praying more, because the way I look at it, I owe the big guy upstairs for still having Skye in my life. She lost consciousness for a little while, but she came through and was able to talk to me and Matty last night, before she went back out. I stayed with her. I had Blair and her man take Matty with them, but I put two prospects outside their home. I’m not taking any chances from here on out. I’m going to find who this motherfucker is, and when I do, I’m going to tear them a part piece by piece.

I called Dragon, and instead of staying with Crusher until after Christmas, they’re all coming back after Thanksgiving. I hated asking, but I need my brothers around me. I need to find out who this motherfucker is and get rid of them. I had thought it was Melissa, but I don’t think she’s dumb enough to try this stunt. Plus, I think my calling her out for talking about the Savage MC scared her, because the bitch has disappeared. Now that Skye has told me about all of the notes, I’m starting to think some man has her in his sights. The problem is, he is definitely a few bricks shy of a full load.

“Hey you,” I jerk my head up, and lock eyes with Skye. Her poor face is bruised, scraped, and she has a hell of a cut on the side of her forehead. It took six stitches to sew it up. She’s never been more beautiful to me, though.

“Hey, Doc,” I tell her, my voice hoarse. I squeeze her hand and she tightens her fingers against mine briefly.

“You been here all night?”

“I’m not leaving you, Doc.”

“You should have gone home to rest. You’re going to bring on another one of those headaches.”

“I’ll sleep when I get you home in my bed,” I tell her, and I’m not kidding. There’s no way I will be able to sleep, until she’s with me.

“When will that be?”

“Well, I see you’ve decided to wake up and join the world.”

I look up and the doctor who has been taking care of Skye comes through the door.

“Hey, Scott,” Skye says, with a genuine smile, and I try to ignore the hint of jealousy that I feel.

“Hey yourself. I didn’t realize you were into fast cars. It’s always the quiet ones you have to look out for.”

I grit my teeth to keep from telling him to let go of her hand. It bothers me, even if he is just taking her pulse.

“When do I get out of here?” Skye asks the doctor. My hand shakes with the need to pull his hand away from her chest, as he uses his stethoscope. He doesn’t know how close he’s coming to losing that fucking hand.

I hear a giggle. Skye is watching me. She knows what’s going on in my head, and she’s shaking her head. I just shrug, because hell—I am who I am.

“If all your test results come back okay, you can go home this evening.”

“Thank God! And work?”

“No fucking way!” I interrupt.

“Ignore him, he gets grumpy when he hasn’t had sleep.”

The doctor looks at me and then back at Skye. “At the risk of taking my life into my own hands, you can actually return to work Monday. I want you to rest this weekend and do absolutely nothing, but as long as your ribs aren’t giving you pain, and you feel up to it, you can resume normal duties Monday.

“Yay!” Skye says, and I just bite my tongue.

“As long as those duties don’t include pretending you’re Mario Andretti,” the doctor adds.

Skye laughs and they talk a few more minutes, while I quietly stew by the window. I look out, not really seeing anything. I’m mad. Skye doesn’t take this threat seriously and she needs to. I’m going to have to work double time to keep her safe, because for some reason the woman refuses to see danger.

“Bull?” Skye asks, and it’s only then that I notice the doctor has left.

“I don’t want you to go back to work, Doc. Someone out there is trying to hurt you.”

“You don’t know that for sure.”

“I do, every brake line on your car had been fucked with.”

She takes that information in and her complexion goes white.

“Then you can have one of your men follow me around.”

“Doc…” I start, because that’s not good enough, at least not for me.

“He can follow me around, Bull. I won’t even argue. The one thing I’m not going to do, is give up my life.

“Someone has a special delivery.” That chick Judy comes in carrying a vase of red roses, two dozen to be exact. She’s been in more than anyone to check on Skye.

“Judy! You shouldn’t have!” Skye says, reaching for the vase.

“Don’t look at me girl, I can’t afford this shit on my budget, especially after the house.”

“Bull?”

“Wasn’t me Doc, but I can tell you right now, if they’re from that fucking Walter, I’m going to march them in his office and make him eat them.”

Judy starts laughing. She probably thinks I’m kidding. I’m not.

“Bull. I doubt Walter would buy me flowers, especially after his last run-in with you.”

“For his sake, Doc, I hope you’re right.”

She takes the card and reads it, and then her eyes find mine. Fear deep and thick stares back at me, and I know before I read the damned thing who they are from.

“Bull…”

Goddamn, I’m starting to hate that tone coming from my woman. I reach for the card and the flowers.

The strongest ties are forged in fire. Do not make me hurt you again. We’ll be together soon—AW.

I throw the flowers, vase, and all in the trash. Grab my phone and call Freak. The motherfucker ordered flowers. This time there has to be some kind of paper trail—something. He doesn’t know who the fuck he’s dealing with. But he will. I’ll make sure he knows, right before I end him.