Making the Cut (Saving Dallas 2)

I changed into a pair of faded, ripped jeans and a black fitted t-shirt with a lime green pocket on the left breast. I opted out of any jewelry and threw on a pair of black flip flops. My outfit was less than casual, but I was hoping it would draw the least amount of attention possible. I applied thick makeup to my face, trying to cover the bruises. They were mostly covered but still visible. I grabbed my purse, phone, and Ray Bans and was out the door.

Forrest General Hospital was a busy place any day of the week, but on this particular day, about ten Harley Davidson Motorcycles added to the parking chaos. Of course, the Devil’s Renegades made parking their convenience, by pulling their motorcycles into the “no parking” area by the front door. Great. I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to see half the damn club, but oh well. I was here for Marty. I found a parking spot on the second floor of the parking garage and pulled my sleek, black, Mercedes CL600 into the vacant space. A crowd of teenagers had gathered close, giving appreciative stares to the car. So much for not drawing attention to myself. I smiled at them as I exited and noticed the shock on their faces. Apparently, they were expecting someone who wasn’t dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.

The hospital was cold, as always, and I immediately regretted not bringing a jacket. I asked the lady at the front desk where I could find “Marty” and she looked at me like I was an idiot when I informed her that I didn’t know his last name.

“I’m sorry, he was admitted a couple of days ago. The results of a motorcycle wreck,” I said, trying to redeem myself.

“Eighth floor. Room eighty-eighty oh two,” she informed me without batting an eyelash. Apparently the motorcycle boys had drawn some attention. The closer I got to the elevator, the more nervous I become. What if Luke was there? My heart sped at the thought. I wonder what he’s wearing? Oh, for fuck’s sake.

The elevator dinged, letting me know I had arrived at the eighth floor. I was greeted with leather vests waiting in the lobby as soon as the doors opened.

“Hey, pretty girl!” I heard someone say. My eyes scanned the room, trying to find the source when they landed on Kev. He was making his way to me through the crowd. I smiled at him and gave him a small wave.

“Hey, Kev,” I said as he engulfed me in his arms. The next five minutes of my life were spent giving out hugs to the members of the Devil’s Renegades MC, on the eighth floor of Forrest General Hospital. This not getting attached shit was gonna be tough. Kev, Tiny, Worm, Coon, Buck, Crash and two PROSPECTS had been to see Marty, and from what I could gather, they had no intention of leaving.

“How is he?” I asked to no one in particular.

“He is okay. Has a few broken bones and some pretty bad road rash. They are weaning him off the morphine, so he is pretty pissed. We are waiting for the doc to come in and give us some good news,” Worm, the Vice President of the club, informed me. “How are you doing?” he asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“I’m good. Just taking it day by day,” I said smiling.

“Well, we are here for you, baby. If you need anything just give us a call,” Tiny said from his place on my right. We had formed a circle in the lobby and I was relieved and disappointed at the same time that Luke was not here.

“Thanks for that. Can I go see him?”

“Yeah, he is probably tired of staring at all us hard legs. It will do him some good to see a pretty face,” Kev said with a wink.

“I’ll walk you down there,” Crash said, stepping up and grabbing my hand. He smiled warmly at me, but I could see the flirtatious twinkle in his eye. He would have been super cute if I didn’t compare him to Luke. Which, in my eyes, nobody held a candle to Luke when it came to looks. Or sex. Or kissing. Shit. The last thing I needed to think about right now was kissing Luke. I heard the guys chuckle behind me and I turned to see they all wore a smile and an amused expression.

“What’s funny?” I asked, looking down at Crash’s hand in mine.

“Ignore them. They are just jealous,” Crash said with a wink.

“Ha!” I said to Crash, which made him smile wider. Both our smiles died when we started to walk out of the lobby and saw Luke standing at the entrance staring daggers into Crash.

“Oh shit,” I heard Crash mutter under his breath, but he didn’t let go of my hand. I froze completely at the sight of Luke. I should have never let him out of my bedroom. From now on, I would keep him on a leash. His six foot two, muscular frame loomed big in the doorway. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his huge biceps stretched the white t-shirt that he wore to the point that I knew it had to be uncomfortable. A hoodie dangled from his right hand that was locked in at his left elbow. He wore faded, boot cut jeans and his t-shirt was tucked into the front of them, yet was pulled out everywhere else. There was nothing appealing about the brown leather belt he wore, but for some reason I wanted to tear the place apart in hopes that he would take it off and spank me with it. His scuffed, brown, squared-toe cowboy boots completed his outfit and was quite possibly the sexiest boots I had ever seen. His dirty blonde hair was cut short and his perfectly shaped goatee was only a few shades darker. Even with his jaw taunt, his face stone, and his eyes on fire with fury, he was the sexiest thing I had ever laid my eyes on. I felt Crash move beside me and I turned to face him. He looked like he wanted to say something, and then shut his mouth quickly, patted my shoulder, and turned to join the others a few feet behind us. All the guys seemed to be trying to contain their laughter. Tiny nodded his head toward the door and I turned to see that Luke wasn’t totally pissed off anymore, he just looked aggravated. He held up his hand and crooked his finger at me, signaling me to come to him. Immediately, as if I had no control over my feet, I walked towards him. I felt smaller than I ever had, once I was standing in front of him. He leaned down and placed a kiss on my forehead, but not moving to touch me.