Chapter5
Ryder
“We haveto go to the hospital right now,” Abel yelled to me. I rolled out from under my truck, in the middle of an oilchange.
“What happened?” I asked, putting my cut back on and wiping off as much of the grease from my hands as Icould.
He was already in his truck with it running. “Just fuckinggetin.”
Once we were speeding off, Abel finally told me that Crickett had been in anaccident.
“You need to call Raine,” heordered.
I dialed over and over as her phone continued to go directly tovoicemail.
“She never turns her phone off.” I threw my phone onto the dash, worriedasfuck.
Abel barked at his phone, “Siri, call CollinHellock.”
He answered on the first ring, his voice coming in through the truck speakers. “YeahPop?”
“Go to the house and check on your sister. Mom was in an accident and we can’t findRaine.”
“Onit.”
“Meet us at the hospitalwithher.”
Click.
“Do you know how bad it was?” I asked. I was shaking. I hated not being able to get ahold of my wife, and knowing that Crickett was supposed to be with her was making meloseit.
“All I know is that Officer Crowley was first on the scene and he told me I needed to get my ass to herrightaway.”
Robert Crowley was one of the cops in our pocket. He had turned into a good friend of the club and helped us out when hecould.
We made our way through the hallways of the hospital until we were finally in Crickett’s room. She had been knocked out in the crash, and her face was swollen with huge gashes on her foreheadandchin.
Abel sank down on the foot of her bad, grasping her hand and sighing as he said, “Baby,I’mhere.”
“Abel?” Her voice was weak as she tried to open her eyes. “Where’sRaine?”
Hearing her ask for Raine made me worryevenmore.
“We are looking for her, her phone is off,” heanswered.
Crickett’s head fell to the side and Abel shook her gently. “You have to stay awake,sugar.”
The nurse came in to check on her. “Are you herhusband?”
Abel stood and introduced himself. “Is she going to be allright?”
The nurse nodded, using a small flashlight to check Crickett’s pupils. “Your wife has a concussion and a few bruised ribs, but she’s going to pull through this fine. She’s going to be groggy and out of it, but she cannot fallasleep.”
“We’ll keep her awake,” I said as my father came into the room with Bear followingclosely.
Bear was the president of the Atlanta Unacceptables charter, a gruff beast of a man with a burly beard and a shaved bald head he always kept covered with a bandana.He took up the doorway as heentered.
“Abel, a word?” Bear asked before walking out to thehallway.