Doin' A Dime (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 4)

“No,” I grumbled. “I can’t think straight with that shit running through my veins. When you don’t need me anymore, then I’ll take something. In the meantime, I’ll just deal with the other shit.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re stubborn and bull-headed.”

“Maybe,” I agreed. “But I don’t want to fuck up this perfect opportunity your aunt has given us.”

She sighed.

“True enough.” She looked around. “Okay, what’s the next step?”

“Now we wait for the fireworks.” I closed my eyes and willed my brain to stop trying to force its way out of my head.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that.

A half hour. Maybe more.

But I knew the moment that the police had finally arrived at the ER.

“Your doctor is talking to the police,” Wyett said from the doorway.

Lynn snorted and got up, not bothering to try to hide his presence as he stood and blatantly eavesdropped.

“What’s going on?” Sin asked from his spot next to my bed.

He’d moved over slightly, making room for more and more of the Souls Chapel Revenants until my entire room was bursting with them.

There was Bruno, Trouper, and Sin on one side with Lynn, Laric, Laric’s new dog, Revolver, Zach and Trick on the other.

Up until a few minutes ago, my lovely, curvy wife had been sharing the bed with me while I’d helped her work magic.

Now she was gone, and I found that my head hurt even more. Who knew having your wife’s body pressed up against you was the cure-all for anything and everything that ailed you?

Speaking of my wife, she started to move out the door, but halted when she heard my voice.

“Where are you going?” I asked when she put the phone down.

“I want to talk to her before they take her away,” she said as she started heading toward the nurses’ station, determination in each step she took.

I got up and followed her out, my head throbbing and pounding with each step I took in her direction.

I was fairly sure that my ass was hanging out of the back of my gown, too, but I only made a half-assed effort to keep it closed because apparently, I was extremely unstable and still woozy. Meaning that I needed the wall and every available surface to keep me standing in the upright position.

The moment that her aunt saw Wyett, she hissed.

“What are you doing here?” she snapped, looking angry and a little bit scared.

She should be scared.

The bitch.

She’d definitely dug her own grave with this one.

Not only had she been a bitch all her life, but she’d also made Wyett’s life a living hell. Starting with killing her parents.

Needless to say, there wasn’t one iota of guilt in my veins as I watched her struggle with what to do next.

The cops were crowding her close, not arresting her officially yet, but definitely asking questions and gearing up toward that.

Her aunt just didn’t know any of that yet.

She had no clue the hole that she’d dug.

And with each question she answered, the deeper she went.

“Ma’am,” the police officer said. “Where were you around an hour and a half ago?”

Stella wrinkled her nose. “I was, um, here?”

“Security cameras show you arriving at the hospital only forty-two minutes ago,” the second officer said. “Where were you before you arrived here?”

Stella swallowed hard. “Oh, driving around?”

I snorted. “How about you just tell everyone the truth?”

The officer settled his eyes on me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I work in the analytical computer science field. And this woman is also suing my wife, her niece, for half of her estate. Let’s just say that I’ve done a lot of digging into their financials lately, and I know that she hired a hitman to kill my wife’s parents.”

“That is why we’ve been trying to find her,” another officer came up, this one dressed in plain clothes. “Miss Villin, ma’am. You’re a hard woman to find. I’d love to ask you some questions.”

“Not without my lawyer, you’re not.” Stella shook her head.

“One will be appointed to you and meet you at the station.” The newcomer nodded. “Boys, please escort her there.”

“But my ankle. It needs attention,” Stella tried.

“Oh, please.” Wyett rolled her eyes. “You’re always putting on a show. I’ll bet it doesn’t even hurt that bad.”

Stella’s irate eyes turned toward my woman, and I couldn’t stop myself from protectively coming up behind her.

I may not be able to move fast right now, but I could protect my woman.

“How do you sleep at night?” her aunt hissed. “Knowing that you put me out of my own house? Knowing that I’m sixty, and now I have to go get a job because of your selfishness? That I might go to jail?”

My hand tightened on Wyett’s hip, letting her know without words not to say a word to her aunt.

I knew she understood moments later when she nodded her head.