King's Wrath (Sydney Storm MC 5)
“Nitro sends his regards. Mind you, he doesn’t talk much, that one. No worries, though, Marx does enough talking for the both of them.”
I took a step closer to him at the same time Hyde joined us, warning, “King. Not a good idea, brother.”
He was wrong. It was the best fucking idea I’d had in a long time.
Fuck.
I stepped back. “If that’s all, Ryland, I’ve got shit to do.”
He hit me with another satisfied grin. “I bet you do. I wouldn’t bother trying to cover up all your skeletons though, King. It’s too late for that.”
As we watched him leave, Hyde said, “He’s fucking with us, brother.”
My head throbbed with the beginning of a headache. “Yeah, but I’m not convinced he doesn’t have some shit. We need to call Cole in on this now. We need all the fucking help we can get.”
He nodded. “I agree.”
“You organise that while I check in with Axe to see if he’s been able to find out what Marx has given the feds.”
I found Axe a few minutes later, chatting with Skylar in my room that we’d set up for her. They were laughing over something, and it caused me to slow down for a moment. Axe hadn’t been around much over the last few years while he’d been dealing with some personal shit, and I knew Skylar missed him. He’d always had a calming effect on her. Hell, Axe had a way of quieting any fucked-up situation. He also had his own way of fucking shit up if it was called for, but right now, I knew his presence soothed her fears,
“Did you find me a physio?” she asked when she realised I stood watching them.
“Still working on it.”
“Oh God, there’s not going to be anyone available on such short notice. I just know it.” Her voice wavered with anxiety, something she’d struggled with since Margreet’s death.
“Hey,” Axe said, in the deep lulling rumble of his that usually worked on her, “it’s all going to work out okay, Skye. There are plenty of physios around.”
The anxiety I’d heard in her voice flashed in her eyes as she glanced between Axe and me. “Can you please go and take care of it now, King?” She paused for a moment before adding with an almost begging emphasis, “Please?”
I jerked my chin at Axe. “I need a moment with Axe first and then I’ll get on it.”
Skylar reached for Axe as he stood. “Don’t be long. And can you bring me some of that chocolate when you come back?”
He nodded with a smile before meeting me outside. Closing the door of her room, he asked, “What’s up?”
“Did you get hold of the guy who might know something about what Marx has told the feds?”
“Yeah. Just waiting for him to get back to me. He said to give him a couple of days, so I’m expecting to hear something soon.”
“Let me know as soon as you do.”
“Will do.” He pulled a pack of gum from his pocket and shoved some in his mouth. “What’s the go with the physio? Surely it’s not that hard to book one?”
“Fuck,” I muttered. “None of the ones the hospital physio recommended are available. I haven’t told Skylar that so don’t mention it to her. We’ll have to take our chances on an unknown and hope like fuck they’re good.”
“What about the hospital chick? Skylar hasn’t stopped talking about her. She’d help ease Skylar’s anxiety.”
“She said no.”
“And since when do you ever take a no? Just make it happen.” He nodded at the door to Skylar’s room. “I better grab this chocolate she’s after and get back in to her before she loses her shit. This whole situation is fucking with her head.”
He left me alone with my thoughts, which was a dangerous place to be. This situation was fucking with all of our heads.
I entered Skylar’s room again and found her sitting on the bed crying. She glanced up at me and wiped her tears away. My fucking heart squeezed at the difficulty she was experiencing with everything going on. I had to fix this.
Holding out my hand, I said, “Skye give me your phone.”