Chapter Eight
Kaylen
I bit my tongue trying to hold the tears that threatened to leave my eyes. But that's when I couldn't hold them back. First, one small crystal bead escaped from my right eye. I could feel the warmth, sliding down my cheek, and rolling off my chin. Then another. And another. Until my eyes flooded with them, coming like rainfall. Sniffing every ten seconds, they fell and fell, and I let them.
The doctor entered and I jumped to my feet.
Doctor Harris. I’d seen him before, though we’d never actually worked together. I tended to stay on the long-term care patient wing or pediatrics.
“Doctor Harris.” It was then that I realized I was still at work. I was still supposed to be working.
Ethan walked in behind him, followed by several men I recognized from the club.
“Oh. Nurse. Good afternoon. Are you family?”
“Oh no sir. This is –”
“Her boyfriend,” Ethan cut in. “I’m the brother.”
Ethan’s proclamation knocked me off my feet and back into the chair beside Evan’s bed. I looked at him, the question plain on my face and he smiled—not the smug smirk he used to hide behind his feelings or pretend he had everything under control. A real smile.
His girlfriend.
Either way you look at it, it was only two words, and yet those two words held everything. Two words that were an apology, an acceptance, and forgiveness all in one. He understood and nothing needed to be explained further.
I clasped Evan’s hand in my own and looked confidently and expectantly at Doctor Harris.
“Oh. Okay.” He said looking between us. “I’m Doctor Harris, I’ll be supervising Mr. Hunt’s treatment.”
I know what he’s going to say. I’d already looked in the chart, but I wanted to hear from his mouth that everything would be fine.
“Mr. Hunt has several lacerations on his head, though none were deep enough to be fatal. He does have a concussion though, and will need several days of observation. Thankfully, none of the cartilage from his broken nose has moved or blocked any parts of his nasal passage. It was set and should heal in the normal 2 to 3 weeks. The swelling should start to go down within a week, and the bruising will take a while. He has three bruised ribs. We can prescribe pain medication, but the best thing to do is leave them alone and let them heal on their own. It will hurt to breathe for the next couple of weeks. As a matter of fact, it would be natural for him to feel like his entire body hurt. He has severe bruising on several critical areas of his body, but he will survive. Your brother’s a tough guy,” he said smiling at Ethan. “He walked away from a severe beating with only 10 stiches in his head.”
“Are you sure?” I asked as Doctor Harris turned to walk away.
It was dumb of me to ask. Of course he was sure. He’s a doctor. I should have known better than the rest of the people there that he was sure. Doctor Harris did this every day and yet, I still had to ask. I couldn’t lose him. Evan had to come back to me.
Thankfully, Doctor Harris understood. He smiled reassuringly. “Yes. I’m sure. He will be in and out of consciousness today. Call a nurse whenever he wakes.”
I nodded. I would.
“Oh and Nurse…”
“Shaw,” I said, filling in my last name.
“I’ll let someone know that they’ll need to cover your rounds.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
The big guy who seemed to be in charge of the group followed the doctor out and suddenly the room was empty of the big men with tattoos—leaving only Ethan and me.
“So, boyfriend?”
“Yeah,” he said, taking his familiar stance against the wall. The man loved leaning.
“Don’t think you should wait until he wakes up to ask him that?”
“Nah. I know my brother.”
“And when did you come to this conclusion?”
“The first time I saw you look at each other.”
“What?” I turned my body to look at him fully.
He continued talking as if he hadn’t said something significant. “If I had been paying attention I would have realized what it was, but I’m dumb.” Then he shrugged. “I never claimed to be the smart twin. There’s a reason why he’s the bookie and I’m just a lowly mechanic.”
“You’re not a lowly mechanic. If your bike is any indication of what you can build with your hands, then you’re amazing.”
“And I didn’t have to waste four years and money to get a fancy piece of paper for you to say that.”
I smirked. Of course Ethan was proud of the fact that he didn’t go to college.
“So, you’re done trying to win. You’re letting him have me?”
“I’m not done anything. It was never a competition. He had you from the very beginning. I just didn’t see it clearly until we were at your apartment, and of course I would never admit that because I’m stubborn,” he said, smiling devilishly. “It’s one of my best qualities.”
I smiled and shook my head.
“You think he’ll agree with you?”
He nodded. “He will. I’ve seen my brother with a lot of women, and he’s never looked at any of them the way he looks at you.”
My insides warmed and I blushed. It took this for me to admit it, but I was falling for Evan. I had been since the moment I saw him standing in the hospital corner, clueless and grieving. I hoped he felt the same.
“I have a feeling when he wakes up, he’ll tell you himself. My brother ain’t no coward,” he said looking at his brother’s condition in the bed. “And he deserves somebody who loves him.”
I kissed Evan’s hand softly and stood. Ethan watched me approach and didn’t recoil when I placed my hand softly on his cheek. “So do you, Ethan. You’re a good man and you deserve somebody too.”
He turned his face and kissed the palm of my hand.
I hope that’s true.” He walked to the door. “Take care of my brother. He’ll want you when he wakes up.” Then he left the room.
Ethan
Fragments of that day came back to me in pieces. Driving. Stopping at the first bar I see. Getting kicked out. Knocking over the bike. I tried hard to remember the bike. It was beautiful. Ghostly white. With something drawn on it. Casper, the ghost. That was what was drawn on his bike. Not Casper the friendly ghost, Casper but in a bad ass way.
I trashed Casper’s bike. Casper fucking Karin, the top dog of The Skulls.
Triple fucking shit.
As if they didn’t hate us enough already. Now they really were going to hate us.
How did they get Evan, though? I thought about what Kaylen said. They were worried about me. He must have been out there looking for me. My brother was there looking for me. That’s the only reason he was even there. My brother was in here because of me.
My hands pulled at my hair, the pain in my follicles rooting me to this moment, to the ground.
What can I do? What am I going to do?
Every possible option ran through my head. Revenge. That’s all I could think of what not right now. Right now, I had to make sure my brother was going to wake up tomorrow.
“What happened?” Gus roared, rounding the corner.
“He was jumped.”
“The hell? Ev? I would have guessed you, not him. What happened?”
The boys stared at me all looking for an answer. Jerry, Warren, Gus, and Luke were waiting here, more were waiting at the club. I couldn’t lie. I wouldn’t lie. A man takes responsibility for his mistakes.
“It was my fault.”
“What? I don’t understand.” Warren said taking a step back.
There was nothing I could say to explain it anyway.
“Some shit came up. I got drunk and trashed a bike… Turned out to be Casper’s.”
“You couldn’t have gotten drunk at the club?” Jerry asked.
Gus cut in. “The Casper?” Gus’ face turned red. “Casper fucking Karin? That Casper?” I couldn’t help but feel like I was letting him down.
I wanted to hang my head in shame, but that’s not how I was raised. A man accepts his shame head on. “Yeah. That one. He must have thought Evan was me, and knowing them, they probably didn’t wait to ask any questions or make sure they had the right guy, not that they’d care. So they made him pay for my crime.”
“How bad is it trashed?”
“I don’t know. I was drunk off my ass, I barely remember doing it.” I couldn’t help feeling like I sounded like a child. “I knocked it completely over so I imagine it’s scratched, got broken mirrors and dents.”
That was putting it lightly. That bike was heavy. It hit the ground hard, and I knew it was more than broken glass and dents. The left side of that bike was probably shredded.
“Jesus!” Warren yelled, rubbing his temples.
Where I’m from, motorcycles were like jewelry. You chose them by hand, not from a sell lot. You did your research and decided what’s best for you. Unlike most clubs, Los Banditos was a club that accepted all bike types. We weren’t all Harleys or just crotch rockets. Yeah, the old guys gave us hell about our small bikes, complaining that all we wanted to do was look fancy, but in the end they respected our choice. Bikes were personal. We built them up, bought accessories, changed out the inside, chose specific paint jobs, loved them, and made them perfect. Bikes were more than machines. They were an extension of the self.
My bike represented me. It looked how I wanted it to looked, matched my jacket and my helmet. Fucking with anyone’s bike was the equivalent to fucking with their kid. It was worse than that. I might as well have cut off his arm or spit in his face. He had every right to be angry. Bikes are sacred.
“How bad is Evan?”
That was the most important part.
“I don’t know. We just found him.”
“We?” Jerry said.
I turned around to look into the glass pane of the door. Kaylen was bent over the bed crying. I could tell from the wet spot pooled on the sheet. Her face was a mask of concern, watching Evan’s face for something, anything, and I felt like someone punched me in the chest. I know that face. I’ve seen it before. It was the way my mother looked at my dad when he was in the hospital. The way Lila looked at Harrison. The way Kaylen was looking at Evan was like he was the sole center of her galaxy and if he died, she would spiral out of orbit.
She’s in love with him.
I don’t know why it was came like some grand realization. I should have seen it before.
Why didn’t I see it coming?
She couldn’t take her eyes off him. She could see him without seeing us. She saw him as someone separate—as Evan, not the other twin. He deserved a woman like her and I was just a nuisance, standing in the way.
“Yeah, we. Kaylen is in there right now.”
“Does she work here? She’s in scrubs.” Luke asked naively. He hadn’t been able to make it to the hospital when Harrison was first hit.
“Yeah. She does.”
“Look, I don’t want no drama shit, Ethan. I swear, your brother is barely holding on and I can barely handle this and the IRS on our ass. I don’t have time for some argument over a broad.”
I couldn’t keep myself from growling. I didn’t like him calling Kaylen any names.
“Don’t say that,” I growled under my breath. “There will be no fighting. She’s his. Shit’s cleared up. Ain’t no problem.”
“Good,” he said with a nod before walking away.
Tonight there’d be a meeting. This I knew for certain. I’d call it my damn self. The Skulls were going to get what they had coming. Nobody touched my brother except me, and to hurt him this way when he’d done nothing wrong was the highest offense. Mark my words. They messed with the wrong fucking twin.
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THE END