Owning Destiny (Forsaken Sinners MC Series Book 4) (6 page)

As soon as I’m alone, I pump my fist in the air like a teenager who asked the most popular girl in school to prom and she said yes. Tonight can’t come soon enough.

Shaking myself out of my schoolgirl celebration, I grab my phone off the bedside table and dial up someone who I know will help me with my next task.

“Aw, you just couldn’t wait an hour to hear my voice, could you? You had to call. That’s so sweet, Macky,” Dani says over the phone with a baby voice that on any other day would piss me off, but right now, nothing can get to me. Nothing will break my good mood.

“Oh hush up and listen, would you? I need you to do something very important for me,” I say without grief. Like I said, nothing can get me down now that I know I’ll have my favorite nurse with me tonight.

“Sir, yes, sir!” she says crisply.

A laugh slips through because I can’t help it. I love this side of Dani. When she first came into my shop, she had her walls up and she was hardened by the life destiny threw at her. But through the years, pieces of the girl I have no doubt she was before all that shit happened to her started to shine through. And even though she can get on my nerves like no one else, that’s one of the things I love about my Dani girl. The woman I think of as my daughter.

“You think you’re so cute, don’t ya?” I ask. I’m not expecting an answer, but in true Dani form, she answers anyway.

“I happen to
know
I’m cute, thank you very much,” she says with cheer.

It’s quiet for a few moments before she speaks again. “All right, old man. What is it you need me to do that is
sooo
important?”

“I need you to turn that spare office next to my room in the clubhouse into a bedroom. Grab a few of the prospects and take the truck down to the furniture store. I need you to buy everything there is to make that room into a home away from home. A refrigerator, nightstands, and maybe even one of those tiny couches,” I say, thinking of everything I need her to get to make that room into something suitable for Rose.

“Okay…?” she asks, leaving the sentence hanging like she’s not sure what I’m talking about.

“I hired an in-home nurse to help with my home recovery,” I say, filling in the blanks for her.

My explanation gets the ball rolling and we’re now on the same page. “Of course! Why didn’t I think of that?”

I smile even though she can’t see me. This girl is amazing; she really is. Always willing to help out and always trying to stay one step ahead of everyone.

“They got mini fridges there and I can pick up a twin-size bed with some sheets,” she starts, but I interrupt her right away.

“No. I want a full-size fridge. And the bed needs to be queen size, if not king. Oh, and make sure it’s one of those pillowy top ones too,” I add in at the last minute. I’m sure Rose would love one of those. Maybe it will feel like she’s sleeping on a cloud.

“Oh, um, sure. Yeah, I can do that,” Dani replies, though I can tell she’s confused, but I’m not explaining shit. Not yet anyway.

“Is there anything else I should pick up?” I think about that for a minute, but then realize I have no idea what a woman would want in her room. Aside from taking a bitch to bed, fucking her till she passes out, and then kicking her out before dawn, I have no idea what a woman would want aside from the necessities.

“Whatever else you think the room needs. I just want it to be comfortable and not look like a room that’s inside a clubhouse.” I know that may be impossible, but God dammit, I’m gonna try to hide that fact from her. At least visually inside that one room.

“Gotcha. I’ll get right on this,” she says, seeming to know exactly what I want even if I don’t really know it myself.

“I need this done before I get home. I don’t care what it costs, just get it done,” I add. I want to be able to see it before Rose does. That way if I need to make any last minute changes or get anything else, I can before she arrives.

“Ten-four. Roger that,” Dani says before hanging up the phone.

Placing my phone back on the nightstand beside the bed, I close my eyes and wait for the hour to end and I’ll be able to finally go home. But mostly to make the time go faster before I see Rose again.

***

A half hour later, Rose steps into my room and hands me a single sheet of paper. She doesn’t say anything, just hands it to me, and then walks back out the door saying she’ll be ready and waiting at her place by nine tonight before she’s gone again.

Opening the piece of paper, written on a prescription pad is what I assume is her address, her phone number, and what looks like her bank account number. It’s all written in a feminine hand, but with a sense of urgency. I guess you’ll have that when you’re a nurse and having to do one hundred different things at once.

I’m actually a little surprised to see she wrote out her bank information though. She had no problem giving it to me or even worried that someone besides me would get a hold of it since it’s all here on a single piece of paper. I’m going to have to talk to her about safety and not giving her information so freely to people. It pisses me off and I’m scared for her, but at the same time, it makes me feel like the king of the world knowing she trusts me with her sensitive information.

Ten minutes after that, in walks Dr. Yorkshire, followed by my brothers: Blaze, Toby, Jax, Louie, TomTom, and Tyke.

“Well, Mr. DeVin, it looks like you’re all set to go. Do you have any questions for me?” Dr. Yorkshire asks, standing at the end of my bed.

Smiling almost giddily, I shake my head. “Nope,” I say, popping the P at the end.

“Alrighty then. All your paperwork is done. I’ll have a nurse come in to help you get dressed and bring in your wheelchair. We’ll bill your insurance for your stay and the wheelchair, so you don’t have to worry about any of that.” He hands Blaze the discharge papers.

“Everything is set up for Nurse Rose to continue your care for the next few weeks. I want to see you back in a month for a re-evaluation. We’ll see how your progress is and decide what needs to happen moving forward. I’ve already made the appointment for you…it’s all in your discharge papers.” He points to the paperwork he handed to Blaze moments ago. “You’re in good hands, Mr. DeVin. I have no doubt you’ll be walking in no time with the help of Nurse Rose.” He sounds encouraging, but the sneer on his face suggests otherwise. He’s not happy that Rose will be coming with me, but I couldn’t give two fucks what he thinks. There was no way I was leaving here without knowing she’d be the one taking care of me once I’m home.

“Thanks, Doc,” I say as I reach out my hand to shake his.

He hesitates a second before he returns the gesture. “You’re welcome.”

Without another look, he walks out the door just as a nurse I’ve never seen before walks in.

“What do ya say we get you home, huh?” she says with a smile, and I couldn’t agree with her more. I’m more than ready to get out of here.

It takes a little longer than I’d have liked to get dressed, pack all of my things, and get situated in the wheelchair. I already hate this thing with a passion and cannot wait until the day comes when I can throw it in a ditch. Shit, maybe I’ll burn the fucker first. But finally we’re on our way down to first floor and making our way to the front door.

I don’t catch any glimpses of Rose, but that’s for the best. If I saw her again, I’d probably demand she leave with me now instead of waiting till after her shift. And we all know how that would turn out—a pissed off nurse and a heated conversation most likely.

Finally, what feels like hours later, but is really probably only ten minutes, we are on the road heading home. Blaze is driving the van while I sit awkwardly in the front seat. In front of us, riding on their motorcycles, making me insanely jealous, is Toby and Louie. And behind us, riding on their bikes are Tyke, TomTom, and Jax.

“Dani was going to come with to bring you home, but she said you had her running around like a little bitch doing last-minute errands for you,” Blaze says. I can hear the humor in his voice. He thinks it’s funny.

Laughing, I say, “Yeah, she would say that.”

We’re both quiet for a few moments, then it’s my turn to break the silence. “So, you’re gonna be a daddy again, huh? How you feel about that, brother?” I have no doubt he’s over the top thrilled, but I wonder how Dani feels this time around. Last time she found out she was pregnant, she took it a little hard. Not only because she was the last to find out, but because she was scared to be a mom. But now, she shouldn’t have that worry.

“Yup. That’s what I’m told.”

“You’re probably going to have twins again. Or fuck, knowing your luck, triplets!” I say, laughing my ass off at the very real possibility that it could happen.

“No fucking way. If she has twins, I’m gonna be carted off to the loony bin. No way I can handle two sets of multiples,” Blaze grumbles, though I have no doubt he’d be just fine if that
did
indeed happen. He’s an amazing father and I’m so happy he’s the one with Dani. No one else can handle her crazy ass, let alone hyperactive kids that take after their mom.

“You should probably start packing then, brother.”

“Fuck off,” he says, which has me laughing so hard, if I could feel my lower abdominal muscles fully, I’d probably be hurting.

We don’t say anything else the rest of the way, but it’s a comfortable silence. I hate being in a situation where I feel like every silent moment needs to be filled. Talking when nothing needs to be said is one of my pet peeves. It’s annoying and pointless.

The van pulls into the clubhouse parking lot forty minutes later. Standing outside clapping and hollering obscenities and excited welcomes that I’m home are the rest of my brothers, their old ladies if they have one, and even a few club whores and hang arounds.

Blaze walks over to help me out of the van and into my wheelchair. I want to push him away and curse him to hell and back, but I know he’s just trying to help. And to be honest, I need it, so I keep silent. He doesn’t say anything either and doesn’t make it seem like I’m a complete invalid. Thank fuck for that. I don’t know how I’d be able to take having one of my brothers looking at me like I’m worthless.

As soon as I’m situated in the wheelchair, everyone meets us halfway to the clubhouse.

“Welcome home, Prez,” my brothers say to me and clap me on the back as I wheel by.

“Glad to have you back, Mack,” a few of the hang arounds say as I make my way inside.

When we pass through the doors, I take a look around and notice there’s a banner hung crookedly above the bar. More people are inside, standing around, smiling and clapping. It’s like a party in here. But I don’t want a party. Not yet. We’ll celebrate when I’m able to stand tall with my brothers by my side again.

“All right, fuckers. I’m home. Yes, it’s good to be back, but there will be no party. If you want to sit around and drink, I’m okay with that. But that’s all it will be,” I say, maybe a little too harshly, but I can’t help it. It pisses me off that they’re ready to celebrate when I’m not at my best.
Yet
. But with Rose’s help, I’ll get there.

“Now, where the fuck is my daughter? Since I’ve been accused to making her my errand bitch, I figure I better put her to work more.”

“I’m right here, asshole,” Dani says from somewhere behind me. “And the work is all done. I’m confident everything will exceed your expectations,
sir
,” she says in a mocking tone. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be at the bar. I wish I could say I’ll be drinking something strong, but I’ll have to settle for a bombass Shirley Temple. I think I deserve
something
after all the work you put me through.”

I turn my head to look at her as she comes up behind me. She has a smile on her face, so I’m reassured she’s not upset with me. And even though I want to give her shit about her giving
me
shit, I keep my mouth shut. I’ll have plenty of time to fuck with her later.

“Yes, please go to the bar and get sugared up. That’s just what we need,” I throw back at her with a smile of my own.

Shaking her head, she gives me a hug and whispers in my ear, “It’s so good to have you home. I missed you.”

Her words make my eyes sting with unshed tears, but I won’t let them fall. I’ve never been one to wear my emotions on my sleeve, and I’ve never been one to cry. I’m not going to start now. Shit, I’m already feeling lower than I’d like since I can’t walk and have to have help doing the simplest of things. I don’t need to add being a crying bitch on to that.

Releasing me, she turns away without showing her face. I’m sure it’s because she’s crying or close to crying as well, and she doesn’t want to show that to me. Having emotions is still new to her, so always crying is something that pisses her off to no end. Though she’ll blame it on the pregnancy, I’m sure.

Looking around the room, I see everyone doing their own thing, not even paying attention to me, which I’m thankful for. Everyone is here, including Skinner. I should pull him aside now to figure out what’s going on with him, but I have something else I need to do right now. He’ll have to wait.

Wheeling myself down the hallway toward my room, I stop at the door before mine. The room that will be occupied by Rose for the next few weeks.