Page 68 of Celtic Dragon
“Tomorrow, I’ll get Dbag on another search. I don’t want you leaving the house.”
“But Cade…”
“Emma, I’m not in the mood for an argument. I’m not gonna budge on this, so don’t even try. I’m gonna have to get Rebel to the hospital tomorrow and it’s gonna be a busy day catching up. I don’t want to have to worry about you.”
I nod and say, “But maybe I can at least go to the hospital with you? I’d really like to see Brianne.”
“We’ll see.”
“Ok, thank you.” I snuggle closer to him and try to clear my head and get some sleep. I’m sure he’s doing the same thing, because he doesn’t say anything more.
Caden
As I lay in bed with Emma snuggled up against me, I replay everything that has happened over the last several months with Grayson in my head.
Was it Mark that wanted the biker life, or did Joe? Damon and Patrick masterminding this whole thing … how could petty jealousy trigger so much hatred and disloyalty? Damon and Patrick are as good as dead if I get my hands on them. I had no problem killing my brother and I have no problem killing them. I’m not sure how the newly acquired aunt and uncle are going to take it, but they know what has to be done. I can’t leave any loose ends. I can’t put my family—my true family—at risk again. Which reminds me, since my wonderful two cousins are in Ireland and I don’t plan on making a trip back there anytime soon, I’ll need to give Declan a call and have him take care of this for me. I’ll rest much easier once those two are dead.
Now for my brother, what do I do with him? Is he the one leaving these notes? Did he and Mark play Emma like they think they did? Is he just as twisted as his twin? Do I reach out to him make some type of contact? Or do I wait until he contacts me again?
These questions continue to plague my mind all night, keeping me from getting any restful sleep.
Chapter 25
Caden
Even though I’m functioning on roughly an hour of sleep, I have already called church for 2 pm, contacted Dbag to dig deeper into Joe Russo, and now we’re getting Rebel ready to go the hospital. Hawk and Spike are here and they are helping to get him out to the SUV. Ari follows close behind and as I walk to the door, Emma comes to my side.
“I wish you would stay here,” I say to her.
“I know, but you know I feel safest with you. I’m going.” I nod and we proceed out the door. Brewer called my cell around 6:30 am this morning and told me to have Rebel at the hospital by 8. It’s now roughly 7:40; we should be there right on time.
Pulling up to the emergency room entrance as Brewer instructed, I send him a text:
He responds:
A few seconds later he comes out of the hospital with a wheelchair. He takes it to the back of the SUV where we have Rebel and a couple of orderlies help him out and into the chair. Spike says to me, “I’ll park the car. You go ahead and go with him.”
Handing him the keys, I say, “Thanks, man.”
Once inside the hospital, we don’t stop at the admitting desk and instead follow Brewer to the back. We walk down a long hallway and finally get to an area that saysRadiation. Brewer turns back to me and says, “There is a waiting room just down the hall. Wait there. I’ll make this quick. He’ll be out in a few minutes.” I nod and we proceed down the hall to the waiting area.
Roughly thirty minutes later, Brewer walks into the waiting area. “Well?” I ask.
Nodding his head and smiling, he says, “Looks good. No internal damage and clean exit. We’re giving him two units of blood to make up for what he lost. It could take a while.”
“How long?”
“A couple of hours per unit. Plus it has to be cross-matched.”
Nodding, I say, “Ok.” Then I ask cautiously, “Any reports?”
“No, no paperwork, no reports. Rebel was never here today,” he replies.
Thank fuck!Turning to Brewer, I say, “Thank you. I owe you.”
He laughs. “Like I said, wait until you get my bill.” Then he adds, “You all got something you can do for a few hours?”
“Yeah, we have a friend here we can go visit. Text me when he’s ready.”
