Luke had a lot to be grateful for. He also had a lot to be ungrateful for. Recently, the pros and cons of his life had begun to pile up, as if each was seeking to surpass the other. He’d managed to win the attention of a beautiful, kind woman, who caused him to burn with a desire that nearly consumed him. And then Anthony Blake and his scheming ex-wife had pulled the rug from beneath him, threatening to expose Shayla and his encounter in the cemetery and ruin both of their lives.
It wasn’t a good spot to be in, and Luke felt like his teeth were always on edge. Yet, even though the situation seemed hopeless, he’d be damned before he gave up just because things looked tough. Anthony wanted him to stay away from Shayla. Raven wanted him to stay away from Shayla.
Too bad he didn’t give a shit what either of them thought.
Though he needed a little time to figure out how he was going to extract himself from the predicament, at least one more thing had popped up that he could add to his list of gratuities.
Holly Masterson, the teen who’d been sold dirty drugs by the youngest brother of the Reapers MC, was awake.
Rose, the girl’s best friend, had been told early this morning. Apparently she’d taken her bike over to Sparky’s house before he was awake, not satisfied with him not answering her phone calls. She’d dropped her bike on the front lawn and bounded through his door like a dark blur.
As Sparky told the story, it was lucky he hadn’t had a girl with him. And that he’d gone to sleep wearing pajamas. Rose had a difficult time remembering that the reason Sparky’s door was never locked was because anyone breaking in would get their teeth broken before they had a chance to steal anything. She seemed to take it for granted that her new best friend and mentor was a rough and tough biker, often forgetting that he had scars for a reason.
Nevertheless, Sparky was of course delighted that Rose’s friend had pulled through. Her parents had been the ones to call Rose. They’d been thrilled to see her taking such an active part in the campaign to keep Holly’s memory alive and at the forefront of youths’ minds when thinking about repeating her error. Less publicly, Rose had also been searching for the scumbag who’d sold Holly drugs in the first place. Holly’s parents, like Rose, wanted blood. The fact that the Trojans had stepped up to help them get it at Rose’s behest had endeared the girl to them eternally.
Once Sparky had been roused from bed, he called Luke. Luke heard the sounds of Rose puttering in Sparky’s kitchen in the background, making coffee for the two of them.
“She’s turning eighteen soon, you know,” Luke commented quietly, though he knew he wasn’t on speakerphone. “I’m surprised she hasn’t started asking you to teach her how to ride.”
Sparky didn’t answer immediately. When he did, all he could say for himself was, “Well…”
Luke let out a bark of laughter. “So we’ll have our first female recruit soon,” he remarked. “Though I more object based on her age.”
“I told her she has to wait until she’s twenty-one,” replied Sparky in a hushed tone. “Though I’m not sure that’ll hold her off. She’s persistent.”
“Who would’ve thought?” Luke laughed. Rose had been all over Sparky since she’d first turned up at his doorstep, pushing for her revenge against the people responsible for harming her friend.
“Anyway.” Sparky coughed, clearly wanting the conversation to resume its course. “Rose wants me to take her to the hospital now, but I told her I’m not doing anything until I have some coffee.”
“And you want me to come with you,” Luke inferred. “I’ve got bigger fish to fry than this right now, Sparky.” Namely one very greasy fish named Anthony Blake.
“I know.” Sparky sighed. “But it’s early. I’m cranky. And I don’t want to have to be alone with two teenagers all day. If you’re here, I can drop her off in Holly’s room for a bit and you and I can sit outside and conduct some business.”
Sparky was implying that the business they would conduct would benefit Luke too. And maybe it would. He could use Sparky’s help in figuring out what to do with Anthony. It had been days and he still had no solution. That was unlike him. He was usually able to think his way through a problem like this.
Granted, the solution was usually violence. And the consequences weren’t usually so dire.
But this situation was quite dire, and any mishandling of it could mean his and Shayla’s downfall. So he agreed to meet Sparky at the hospital so that they could meet Holly and figure out what to do about his fish problem.
Sparky drove Rose in his truck, which explained her sullen face when Luke pulled up. She was still arguing with him about whether her clothing was protective or not until Luke dismounted beside the truck, shooting the leaning figures a look of confusion.
He looked over Rose’s attire—a long black dress and denim jacket, and shook his head. “Listen to him, kid.” He balanced his helmet on the bar of the bike. “You’d get thrashed if you hit the pavement like that.”
She blew a strand of her long hair from her face, her darkly lined eyes narrowed at him. “I’m wearing boots.”
It was a weak defense and she seemed to know it, so she didn’t press any further. Luke just grinned in a bemused fashion and stared at Sparky, shaking his head. “Let’s go see who has risen from the dead, huh?”
The walk into the hospital was silent between the three of them. Holly was still in the same room as she’d been in previously, so Rose led the two burly bikers there easily. They got some stares in the hall, which was likely another reason Sparky had wanted Luke with him. Because of course, it was much less potentially disgusting for a teenager to be wandering around with two rough and tumble older men than just one. But at least Sparky wasn’t bearing the judging looks alone.
They turned the corner and Rose stopped, Luke and Sparky nearly slamming into her from behind. Before they could accost the thin girl, though, they assessed the scene. And what a scene. Down at the end of the hall, presumably in front of Holly’s door, was a boy who looked not much older than Rose. At first that was all Luke saw. It took Luke a moment to recognize the angular, proud jaw of Chester Smith beneath the hood of the sweatshirt.
Chester was about twenty-five now, but unlike his brothers, who had rough-hewn features, Chester was as baby faced as Paul McCartney or James Dean. He’d look like a teenager even when he was old and wrinkled. Once, Luke had witnessed Chester being ID’d at a bar. The kid had nearly upended a table, he was so furious.
Chester didn’t look furious now. He hadn’t seen the trio yet, his gaze too focused on the door to Holly’s room, and his mouth was a determined line. He looked uncomfortable and irritated, but he was clearly trying to rein in everything on his face to look more pleasant. If Luke had to guess, he’d say that Chester had been told to come here by his dad. Maybe old Herman thought he could smooth Holly’s ruffled feathers in the hopes that she wouldn’t take on the mantle of Rose’s vendetta.
He was about to get a surprise.
Sparky reached out and grabbed Rose’s shoulder, yanking her back just as she was about to speed down the hall to confront Chester. Her fists were balled up at her sides, crushing the bouquet she’d bought at the gift shop for her friend, her face murderous.
“Hold on there, tiny demon,” Sparky said in a hushed whisper. “There are sick and miserable people here. If you want to yell at him, better take it outside.”
Rose laughed mirthlessly, turning on her heel to gaze at Luke and Sparky with calm eyes. “I don’t want to yell at him,” she said sweetly. “I’m just going to ask him politely to leave. Can you please hold my flowers?”
Sparky gave Luke a look, but Luke merely shrugged. He was having a hard time not tearing the shithead limb from limb where he stood. Rose had been waiting for this very moment. Who was he to deny it from her?
Sparky took the bouquet from Rose’s trembling hands and watched as she spun and marched toward Chester. Catching sight of her, his face lit up in a handsome grin. Presumably he was hoping she would fall for the “innocent youth” act he was trying to portray, too.
But he was wrong.
Rose hauled back and punched him across the nose, and the impact reverberated down the hallway. Sparky and Luke hissed through their teeth, though both could barely contain their smiles.
“That was one hell of a cross, Sparky,” Luke commented. “She didn’t learn that at one of her emo concerts.”
Sparky shrugged. “She said she wanted to learn self-defense. Hope to hell she remembered not to tuck her thumb.” They watched Chester as he threw the flowers he’d brought down to the ground, caught sight of Luke and Sparky, and stormed away in the opposite direction, clutching his bloody hand to his face. “First real punch I threw wasn’t that good.”
Rose bent over the discarded bouquet and picked them up neatly, carrying them back over to her companions with a calm smile on her face. “No sense putting these to waste,” she said, in reference to the colorful package in her arms. “Man, do I feel better.”
Sparky shook his head, but a proud smile was on his lips. “You’re something else.”
She shrugged and gestured them to follow her as she walked up to the closed door to Holly’s room. She knocked, and was greeted by a pair of suspicious eyes peering through a crack in the doorway.
The eyes widened, and the door opened to reveal a small middle aged woman with a floral shirt and jeans, who gave Rose a warm hug. “I thought it might be that boy again.” She stroked the back of the girl’s head. “I think he’s been waiting for us to leave. I don’t trust him.”
Luke glanced over the embracing figures to the bed, where the thin and sunken form of Holly rested, dark circles under her eyes but a thin smile on her lips.
“Mom wouldn’t let me even see who it was,” Holly croaked, reaching out toward her friend with spindly fingers. “Please tell me it was Curt Reynolds from P.E.”
Rose snorted, taking her friend’s hand and placing the flowers on the bedside table. “It was a different dork from school, but I didn’t see his face well enough to place him. Total weirdo by the looks of it.”
Mrs. Masterson’s tongue clicked approvingly. “I told you he was no good. You need rest, not the affections of some boy from school you don’t know.”
Holly glared at her mom. “I’ve been doing nothing but resting, Ma.” She chuckled, her voice hoarse. “What do you think a coma is?”
Luke and Sparky took the opportunity to slide into the room in the space left by Rose, handing the bouquet of flowers to Holly’s mother with a gentle nod. Her eyes darted up and down the men, but she didn’t say anything to expel them.
Rose beamed. “I’m glad to see you’re back to your old self.”
Holly nodded. “More or less. My throat hurts. Everything hurts. I sleep all the time. Nod off in the middle of…” Her voice trailed off and her chin dropped towards her chest, but after a moment, she picked it up and winked. Rose giggled. Then, Holly seemed to see past her, and her expression crossed over to weariness. “Who are your friends, Rose?”
The implication was clear: Holly saw only their leather jackets and rough exteriors. No doubt they reminded her of Chester and the reason she had been in a coma.
Rose was quick to dismiss her fears. “They’re good guys. They’ve been helping me...get through everything.” She looked back at Sparky and smiled, then turned back to her friend. “We’re getting you justice.”
Holly’s face grew solemn. “I still can’t believe how stupid I was.” She looked over at her mom, her eyes threatening to spill over with tears. “I just don’t know what got into me.”
Rose squeezed on her friend’s hand. “It was a mistake, but you were also manipulated into making it. Have you talked to the police? Told them what happened?”
Holly nodded. “They came already and took a statement from me, but I’m going to have to provide a longer, more detailed statement later on.” She shook her head. “The doctors want to observe me some more, I guess, but I can go home soon.”
Sparky walked over and put a hand on Rose’s shoulder. “We’re going to head out kid. Seems like you need some time with your friend.”
Holly’s mom nodded at Sparky. “We can drive her home. I’m assuming you brought her here.”
Sparky gave an affirmative jerk of his chin and removed his hand from Rose’s shoulder. She turned and gave him a parting smile, though Luke knew it would be far from the last time that Rose would made her presence felt in Trojan life.
With all the excitement regarding Chester’s presence, Luke was halfway home before he realized that he’d forgotten to ask Sparky his opinion on the Anthony Blake problem.