The Darkest Of Light (The Kings of Retribution MC)

"As you know Miss Jameson was brought in a short while ago with injuries she sustained in a car accident. She may have a concussion, so we are taking her back for a CAT Scan. She looks to have a broken wrist as well. The on call OB-GYN checked her out and other than some bruising on her stomach from the seatbelt and her blood pressure being a little high, the baby looks good," The doctor informs us.

Tilting my head back, I stare at the white tiled ceiling and sigh in relief, then look back at Dr. Williams, "Thank you."

The doctor inclines his head, "I’ll come back shortly after we know more." He informs and excuses himself. Mila gives me a small smile as her and Bella walk off to talk amongst themselves.

"I didn’t realize she worked at the hospital," Reid wonders out loud.

Logan turns to me, "Prez and Quinn are on their way, brother." Before walking off and letting me have my space.

While pacing the fuckin’ floors, I catch sight of Prez’s SUV pulling into the parking lot just outside the Emergency Department.

When they enter the waiting room their first concerns are about Alba. I look to Logan, asking him to fill them in on what the doctor told us, because I’m too worked up. I feel caged. Rules or not, if someone doesn’t come walking through those damn doors that are separating me from my family, I’ll go searching for answers myself.

"I want Alba’s truck towed to the shop. Something’s not adding up with this whole picture," Prez says, causing me to pause and look at him.

"You thinkin’ it may have something to do with this guy we are lookin’ for?" Logan asks, folding his arms across his chest.

If this is somehow related to the piece of shit stalking my family… My rage is so intense at this point I rear back and put my fist through the wall, needing to hit something—anything. The guys look at me, then look at the hole in the wall. No one says anything. Good thing, because I swear right now is not the time for someone to tell me to calm the fuck down.

"I’m not sure. My gut is tellin’ me this shit ain’t right. From what Reid recounted, it doesn’t sound like a mere accident. I want to be 100% sure one way or the other though." Prez says, "Quinn, call Bennett, you guys get that truck towed to the shop, today. Take my vehicle. Someone here will give me a lift home," Prez orders, chucking his keys to Quinn. Without a word he is on his phone and out the door.

The place is quiet…too quiet.

We are the only people left waiting in the thick stillness of the waiting room for about another twenty minutes before I see the double doors that lead to the back open and Dr. Williams rounds the corner.

Bella jumps up fast and quickly speaks, "How is she?"

At this point us men are standing behind Bella, waiting for answers ourselves.

"Alba is doing better. As suspected she has a moderate concussion, which is why she was unconscious for awhile, but she is starting to come around. CAT scan showed no swelling and no bleeding as of right now, which is also good. The laceration to her head was closed with a few staples. She’ll be in and out of it most of the night. She also suffered a broken wrist as well as some scrapes and bruising. And the baby is doing good, heartbeat is very strong. They are getting her moved into a room for overnight observation. If she does okay throughout the night and another CAT scan comes out clear she can go home in twenty-four to forty-eight hours. But, she will need to rest. There will be a list of side effects to watch her for, such as confusion, slurred speech, and dizziness. Anyway, I can take someone back with me, then the rest of you can come up as soon as she is settled," He finishes saying.

Surprisingly Bella blurts out, "Gabriel is going."

I glance at her and she smiles, "As bad as I want to be the one, she needs you more, big guy."

Her eyes water a bit with the statement, and I recognize how hard that was for her with a nod. She’s a good woman. A good sister. I look at Logan for a second as he pulls her into him a little tighter. Turning on my heels, I follow Dr. Williams through the double doors.

Turns out they already had Alba in a room on the third floor by the time we made it back there. After thanking the doctor, I walk into the hospital room where Alba is sleeping. I sit watching her for a few minutes. It’s when I place my hand on her stomach she opens her eyes and looks at me.

"Cariño Sweetheart," I rasp. She steals my breath every time she looks at me with those sky-blue eyes of hers. I lean over and place my lips on hers, breathing her in. Then place a kiss on her swollen belly. "My star," I say to my unborn child as Alba runs her fingers through my hair, which instantly calms me, causing my tense body to relax.

"I love you," she whispers.

Reaching up, I cradled her face in my hands and kiss her again, "Mi amor My love."

Chapter Nineteen

Alba

Coming to in the emergency room and realizing not only was I alive but that my baby was okay was a huge relief. My last thoughts as I crashed were of my baby and of Gabriel. No way would fate be so cruel. To finally bring us together only to rip us apart.

Shortly after I was brought into my hospital room, Gabriel was at my side. I didn’t like seeing the tormented look on his face as he took in my injuries. Like now. He’s sitting in a chair beside the bed, his large hand rubbing lazy circles on my belly and his eyes are constantly bouncing back and forth between me and the baby’s heart rate monitor.

I was told the OB doctor on-call was brought into the ER to do a ultrasound to check on the baby, but I was still unconscious at the time. I wish I could have seen for myself, but the constant whoosh of the heartbeat filling the room will suffice.

With Gabriel’s hand rubbing my belly, my eyes begin to grow heavy. I’m trying hard to fight sleep. Afraid something may happen. Noticing my struggle, he leans over and brushes his lips across mine.

"Sleep Cariño Sweetheart, I’ve got you."