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Royal Bastards MC (Sacramento, CA)
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Fly free...
Chapter One | Don’t worry... | Mitzy
Monk
Chapter Two | You did what... | Mitzy
Chapter Three | The duffle bag... | Monk
Chapter Four | That man... | Mitzy
Chapter Five | ... | Monk
Chapter Six | You thought of me... | Mitzy
Monk
Chapter Seven | An hour... | Mitzy
Chapter Eight | Planning... | Monk
Chapter Nine | Jokes, huh? | Mitzy
Chapter Ten | Uh, just a second... | Monk
Chapter Eleven | Payback is a bitch... | Mitzy
Monk
Chapter Twelve | Wow... | Mitzy
Chapter Thirteen | Hell of a ride... | Monk
Chapter Fourteen | Power of the pussy... | Monk
Mitzy
Chapter Fifteen | Living the life... | Monk
Mitzy
Chapter Sixteen | Babysitter Jinx... | Monk
Chapter Seventeen | One, two, three, weeeee... | Mitzy
Monk
Chapter Eighteen | B.S. | Mitzy
Chapter Nineteen | And he’s back... | Monk
Chapter Twenty | A little sore... | Mitzy
Chapter Twenty-One | Photos from the past... | Monk
Chapter Twenty-Two | Leaving... | Mitzy
Chapter Twenty-Three | Alike... | Monk
Chapter Twenty-Four | Face to face... | Monk
Chapter Twenty-Five | Blood and ice cream... | Mitzy
Chapter Twenty-Six | One by one... | Barracuda
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Chapter One
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Mitzy
“Stop tryin’ to move.”
A warm handed rested on my arm and pressed me into the bed.
I moaned and managed to crack open an eye. “Let me go.” My words were weak and barely a whisper. I didn’t like being told what to do, especially by someone telling me not to move. Not like I could do much about it right now.
“Stop moving around, and I will.”
My eyes focused on Monk’s face. “You need to shave,” I muttered. My whole body felt like I was stuck in molasses, but it somehow still seemed essential to point out Monk’s facial hair.
“That’s what you’re worried about right now?” he gruffed. “You overdosed three hours ago, and you’re worried about my beard.”
I closed my eyes and sighed. “I didn’t overdose.” To overdose, I would have to actually do drugs. That was one road I only skirted along for a little bit years ago.
The weight of Monk’s hand left my arm, and I heard a chair scrape on the floor. “Ya did, Mitzy. I don’t know what the hell you’re doing, but it needs to fucking stop.”
“How did I overdose, Monk, if the strongest drug I take is Tylenol?” What in the hell was he talking about? I lifted my arm and felt a sharp tug.
“You’ve got an IV in, Mitzy. Stop moving around so much. You’re gonna yank the fucking thing out.”
I opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling. “You’re gonna have to go into detail about what the hell is going on, Monk.” The last thing I remembered was grabbing some Tylenol from the girls' dressing room.
“Six-Gun told me you wanted to talk, so I walked into your office, and you were face-planted on your desk, barely breathing.” He sighed and sat back in the chair he had pulled up to the side of my bed. “Six called 9-1-1 while I kept you breathing.”
I tried to wrap my head around what he was telling me. I mean, I was lying in a hospital bed, and I didn’t think Monk would ever lie to me about something like that. I just couldn’t understand how it had happened. “It’s not an overdose.” It had to be something else. “All I did was take two Tylenol,” I insisted.
Monk shook his head. “You may think you took Tylenol, but they fucking weren’t, Mitzy. Whatever the hell it was, it almost killed you.”
“It’s at the club. You need to get the bottle before one of the girls takes one.” My anxiety went through the roof. This could happen to one of the girls.
“Way ahead of you, doll. Six-Gun took every pill bottle from the dressing room and turned them over to the cops. They’re gonna test all of that shit.”
I sighed and closed my eyes. “Thank God.”
There had been an explanation for why I had almost overdosed. Except now, I was worried maybe one of the girls was doing some hard drugs and I had accidentally grabbed whatever the hell they were doing. I had just grabbed the bottle that said Tylenol. There was a community basket of medication that all of the girls took from. Tylenol, Motrin, Midol, Tums; you name it, we had a bottle of it.
“Just rest right now, Mitzy. Doc said you’re gonna be exhausted for a bit. They pumped the fuck out of your stomach. They’re giving you fluids and shit in your IV.”
I opened my eyes and glanced over at the tall thing-a-ma-bob that had bags of clear fluids and long hoses that hooked into my arm. “Is all of that really necessary?” I mumbled.
“Not a doctor, doll, so I can’t say, but I’m gonna just go with whatever the doc says.” Monk crossed his leg over his knee and folded his arms across his chest. “So, go to sleep. Doctor’s orders.”
I rolled my eyes. “What time is it?”
“Half-past two,” he grunted.
“You should go home.” I smothered a yawn with the back of my hand. “You need sleep.”
“Not as much as you.”
My eyes fluttered shut. “Everyone needs to sleep, Monk.”
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead, doll.”
I hmphed and settled as much as I could into the stiff hospital bed. “You don’t need to be here, Monk. I’m used to taking care of myself.” I had gotten this far in life with no one taking care of me. I didn’t need Monk sitting by my bedside watching me like a hawk.
“Sleep, Mitzy,” he growled. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
I hummed softly. “Then don’t worry about me, Monk. No one else does.” I drifted off, my eyes too heavy to keep open and my brain too foggy to argue with him.
He would be gone by the time I woke up.
They always were.
Monk
Her chest rose and fell while she slept soundly. You wouldn’t be able to tell that Mitzy was minutes away from death earlier in the night.
Hell, I didn’t think Mitzy even believed that she was close to death’s door.
The doctor had been serious as fuck when he had told me Mitzy would have been good as dead if I hadn’t found her when I did.
I sighed and slumped in the uncomfortable chair. The events of the night flooded back to me. I had walked into the back of the club expecting to talk to Mitzy about some club shit and then head to the clubhouse. When I found her slumped over her desk and barely breathing, I had frozen, but in an instant, I had sprung into action calling for Six-Gun and laying her on the floor.
Everything had been a flurry of action and panic.
The ambulance had arrived in five minutes, but it had felt like an eternity as I gave her mouth to mouth. I had never been a praying man, but in those five minutes, I had said more prayers and made countless promises to God that if he would just let Mitzy live.
As the ambulance had pulled away from the strip club, I was thrown back to the day when Leona had been gunned down and was rushed to the hospital even though we all knew that it was too late. Thank God, for Mitzy, it hadn’t been.
She was going to be okay and make a full recovery.
Thank fuck.
A knock sounded on the door, and a nurse stuck in her head. “Everything okay in here?” she whispered.
I nodded and sat up in my chair. “She was just awake for a couple of minutes.”
The nurse nodded and slipped into the room. “Good, good,” she muttered. She moved over to the computer by the counter and logged in. “I just need to take her vitals and check how she’s doing.”
I nodded and turned my eyes back on Mitzy. I didn’t want to take them off of her.
“She’s got quite a few friends in the waiting room,” the nurse called softly. “You might want to give them an update if you’re feeling up to it.”
The club. And probably some of the girls from Skinz. Mitzy was a hardass with them, but they all cared about each other at the end of the day. For the most part.
“I promised her I’d be here when she wakes up.”
The nurse laughed lightly. “She’s gonna be out for a bit, but if she wakes up, I’ll come find you.”
I sighed and stood. “I’ll only be a minute.” I would give everyone a quick rundown and be back.
Playboy, Six-Gun, their ol’ ladies, and Rebel were sprawled out in the waiting room when I walked through the swinging doors. Memphis jumped up from her chair and sprinted over to me. Six-Gun was on her heels with everyone else right behind.
“How is she?” Memphis demanded. “Can I go back and see her?”
Six-Gun put his arm around her shoulders and tucked her into his side. “Calm down, babe,” he whispered to her.
“What happened?” Raelyn asked.
I held up my hand. “She’s stable. The doctor is saying she overdosed.”
“I still can’t believe that,” Six-Gun spat. “Memphis and I talked to her before she went back to her office, and there was no possible way she was high.”
I shrugged. “I’m just telling you what the doc is saying.”
“What did she take?” Raelyn asked.
I ran my fingers through my hair. “She said she grabbed some Tylenol from the dressing room, and then she woke up in the ER. She doesn’t remember anything in between.”
“I still don’t understand how the hell this happened. Who the hell would bring drugs into the dressing room?” Playboy questioned.
That was what I was still trying to figure out myself. “Maybe what she thought was Tylenol wasn’t really Tylenol, and instead, it was one of the girls' stash.” She had said she grabbed something for her headache, but who’s to say one of the girls hadn’t brought drugs with them to work? Putting them in a Tylenol bottle would be a pretty inconspicuous way to do it.
“But how would that happen? I really doubt Mitzy would just grab some random bottle and down a few pills,” Memphis snapped.
I held up my hands. “I don’t know what the hell happened. I’m just telling you what I know. Mitzy was shocked as fuck when I told her she overdosed. I may not know her extremely well, but I don’t think she’s into drugs, either.” I nodded to Playboy. “I want you to go to the club and look around. Six-Gun gave all the pill bottles to the cops, but I want you to see if there is anything different.”
“Different how?” Playboy asked. “I can go, but I don’t know what I’m looking for.”
I sighed and glanced over my shoulder at the swinging doors to the ER. I closed my eyes for a second and then turned back to Playboy. “I don’t know what you’re looking for either, but just look.”
