Undaunted (The Kings of Retribution MC)

“Do you want me to make them leave. I’ll do it. It’s probably the guys, but if you want them gone just say so.”

She makes me laugh. I know she means every word she says, but I’m not used to her being so boisterous. The laugh hurts like hell but feels good at the same time.

“I think we can spare them your wrath for now.” I smile at her.

“Come in,” I try and call out but my voice comes out as a little squeak.

The door slides open, and in walks Logan, followed by Gabriel, Quinn, Reid, and Jake. All have big smiles on their faces.

“The guys just needed to put eyes on you, Angel. Soon as I told them you were awake they showed up.”

Walking over he takes the seat he was in before, right by my side. One by one, the guys come over and kiss my forehead.

I grabbed Logan’s hand. I’m overwhelmed with emotions. I’m scared, happy—but mostly grateful. Every man standing in front of me helped save my life and my sister’s. I have no idea how to thank them or repay anyone for what they did for us.

With tears threatening to spill and a shaky voice I try my best to say something anyway.

“Umm, I want to say thank you, for everything, but I feel it’s not enough guys. What you all did for my sister and me—” I can’t even finish. My lips tremble. What I was trying to hold in breaks free, and I bury my face in my hands.

“Angel, don’t cry. I told you. You belong to me and that makes you family. There isn’t a damn thing we wouldn’t do for you or your sister.”

I try my best to wipe my face dry with the bed sheet before peering up at everyone. I see nothing but pure love and devotion on every one of their faces.

A nurse walks in with a tray and sets it down in front of me. I’m not hungry. From the looks of it, it’s just some simple chicken broth and a pack of crackers, so maybe sipping on the broth won’t be so bad.

The guys don’t stay long. They say their goodbyes and leave.

I insisted Alba leave and get a good night’s rest in a decent bed instead of cramming herself into the one I’m lying in right now. She finally relented. Only because Gabriel promised to have her up here early tomorrow morning.

Yawning, I push the button on the bed to let the head down. Logan decides to climb in beside me once I’ve gotten myself comfortable.

His tall frame barely fits with his feet hanging over the end of the bed frame. I let him hold me. I snuggle into his warmth, calming the storm brewing inside. I’ve put a brave face on all day. No one realizing that I felt uneasy. Then again, maybe they did and I’m just fooling myself. I can’t get the image of Jorge out of my mind. I don’t even have to close my eyes and he’s there. I can still hear his sadistic voice ringing in my ears.

As if knowing he needs to drown out the noises in my head, Logan puts his lips next my ear whispering in his deep raspy voice, “I’ve got you, beautiful. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

That’s exactly what I needed to hear. My pulse steadies, my body relaxes and my eyelids slowly close.

The next morning, I wake up to the smell of cinnamon rolls and coffee. I sit up in bed, watching Logan place a roll on a little cafeteria plate sitting it in front of me before dumping several packs of creamer and sugar into my coffee and stirring it up.

“Morning, Angel.”

“Morning,” I say, while rubbing my eyes.

We sit and eat quietly, up until my sister comes bursting through the door holding a shopping bag.

“Went shopping last night. I got you some comfy clothes to put on. I figured you’d like to get out of that hospital gown once you took a shower this morning. I picked up some of your favorite hair shampoos and body lotion,” she beams.

My sister seems to be in a good mood this morning.

“I can’t wait to get a shower. I feel so gross.”

I slowly swing my legs over the side of the bed and sit upright on the edge. I grab onto the side rail because I feel a little lightheaded.

Logan helps me to my feet. “You wanna take a shower now, babe? Just let me get the nurse to bring in some fresh bandages and I’ll help you,” he says.

“Logan, would you mind if my sister helps me shower?” I ask him hesitantly.

I can tell he wants to argue, but doesn’t. He sits back down in his chair and pulls out his phone. My sister walks over and helps me to the bathroom. I look over my shoulder to peer at Logan and he’s watching my every move with hurt written on his face. My heart sinks to my stomach.