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  Hopelessly Devoted

  Bink Cummings

  Hopelessly Devoted

  Bink Cummings

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  Pregnant- ✔

  Deaths - ✔

  A Baby – ✔

  Stress that could make even the strongest woman crack – ✔ ✔

  A year ago if you told me I’d wind up where I am today, I’d have you committed for insanity. Now that I’ve opened Pandora’s Box and survived more than most have in their lifetime, Death has knocked on our doorstep and welcomed himself inside. Learning that life isn’t always fair comes at a price. The question is, how much do I have to pay before I get a real chance at happiness, or am I destined to be alone forever?

  Warning: Proceed with caution. Contains adult sexual content, the excessive use of the F bomb, violence, and whatever else that makes it unsuitable for anyone under the age of 18.

  Not a stand-alone, 3rd book in a Trilogy.

  Must read Hopelessly Shattered & Hopeful Whispers previously.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Epilogue

  Playlist

  Note from Author

  Ryker

  Cuppin’ her belly, teeth grittin’, smoky eyes squintin’ in pain, Vanessa exhales heavily as another contraction takes its vicious toll. “We…must…get to the…fuck… hospital,” she pants, shufflin’ another tiny step closer to her car, wearin’ a pair of silver heels. You heard that right. Stripper, platform heels. She even put on her face. Didn’t wanna be fugly when our son comes into the world—her words, not mine. I cannot believe this is fuckin’ happenin’. How did I leave here hours ago to try and make it right with Kat… to this? It doesn’t make a goddamn lick of sense. But I can’t assume what’s happenin’ inside Vanessa’s body when I don’t have a vagina or human growin’ in my stomach. If these are Braxton Hicks contractions, I’ll leave that up to the doctor to decide. The sooner we get to the hospital, the quicker she’ll stop whinin’ like Peg Bundy on blow.

  Pryin’ open her car door, I sweep my hand to the seat for her to settle her ass into. It’s not that hard. Ten steps and she’ll be sittin’ pretty. I gotta be honest, this isn’t how I wanted my day to go. It’s been… an explosion of pain blazes through my leg. What the hell? There’s a sudden flash of headlights from the right… then noise. So much noise. A blast of white slams into my face, throwin’ my head back, stealin’ my breath. My vision recedes to bleak nothingness. What’s goin’ on?! Where the hell am I?! Vanessa unleashes a blood curdling scream, but I can’t see her. I can’t see a damn thing! Inhaling sharply, the metallic stench of blood abrades my nostrils. The world slows, punctuated by the sharp, excruciating agony that throbs through every inch of flesh.

  My finger twitches… I think.

  What the fuck kinda voodoo shit is this?

  A lethargic fog of blackness swirls inside my skull.

  Is this what death feels like?

  A shivery sensation flows down my arm. Is it really my arm? Or am I imagining all this?

  Another involuntary twitch.

  Why can’t I see a goddamn thing?

  Where are my fuckin’ eyes? Open, you stubborn assholes.

  I try to make them and… nothin’. Frustrated, a low growl rumbles in my chest, but stops short when a fresh wave of pain emanates there. Sonofabitch.

  “Bro?” A rough heat envelops my twitching extremity, calmin’ it.

  Wait… What the… Is that Kade?

  Where’s Vanessa? Weren’t we in the car on the way to the hospital? This doesn’t make any sense.

  “Bro?” Kade’s deep voice bounces around inside my cranium like a spastic ping pong ball. “Can you hear me? You’re movin’ your fingers.”

  Hell, yes, I can hear you, dumbass.

  I attempt to open my mouth to tell him where to shove his misplaced concern, only… nothin’ comes out. Fuck. Did my lips even part? What in the good goddamn is goin’ on? Why can’t I see? Why can’t I talk? Why do I hurt so much? And more importantly, where the hell is Kat?

  Heavin’ an internal sigh, since my pathetic body can’t seem to get with the program, I focus all my energy where that heat wraps around my hand and force my fingers to move. It’s not much, but I know I’m successful when my brother gasps.

  “Fuck. You can hear me.”

  Bingo.

  With some considerable effort on my part, another wave of inner strength sweeps down my arm and flips him off. Or tries to. Who the hell knows? Subsequently, an equally potent wave of fatigue follows, and my brain dims. Thoughts jumble. Cognition flickers.

  Nope. You stupid, weak ass body better not give out on me now. Not when my brother’s here.

  “Stop tryin’ to move, Ryker. Your blood pressure’s spiking,” Kade admonishes.

  Right. You try layin’ here like a root vegetable and see if you can accept it.

  I must expel some sort of noise when my brother adds, “Yeah. You heard me, you stubborn asshole, be still and listen.”

  As if I got any other choice than to listen to Mr. Bossy Pants talk.

  If my eyes could roll, I’d take a page right outta my Tiger’s book of Sexy as Sin Sarcasm, and roll these motherfuckers.

  Kade continues, “I dunno how much of this you’re gonna remember. Guess I’ll tell ya again once your ass wakes up for good…I hate to be the bearer of bad news…but you got in a wreck with Vanessa. A rival club hit you. Flipped your car. Then one of those bastards shot you up. Your leg’s broke. You bled out. Flatlined twice. You’ve been in the hospital for six days.”

  Jesus Christ!

  My hand twitches again. Not on purpose. The pain intensifies—everywhere. Growin’ from a steady, yet manageable simmer to a raging boil. Fuckkk. Where’s the morphine button when you need it? Isn’t that somethin’ they do in the movies? Give you a button to lessen the damn pain. They better not have given me Tylenol for a broken leg. I’ll crack some skulls if they’re pu
ssin’ out on the narcotics. This shit is… Fuck me sideways! A red-hot poker bulldozes its way through my arm.

  I gasp loudly.

  Kade pats my hand as if that’s gonna help a thing. “Calm down, fucker. You gotta keep your blood pressure in check. It’s not good for your heart. You went into cardiac arrest. I’m not gonna tell you another fuckin’ thing ‘til you get yourself under control.”

  Easy for you to say, dipshit, you’re not lying here helpless as millions of tiny fire ants eat you alive, one tasty cell at a time. Is this the penance God’s making me pay for hurting Kat? Is this what I deserved all along? To drown in agony as the love of my life hates me? Don’t think I don’t know she feels that way. Don’t think I don’t realize that leavin’ her again without so much of a notice broke her in two. I know by not tellin’ her what was goin’ down that I demolished the bridge we were rebuilding to become us again. It’s a choice I had to make to keep her safe. I couldn’t tell her. Club business stays club business. No matter what. Even if that means I ruined the last chance I ever had to be with her. You do what you gotta do to keep the ones you love out of harm’s way, and I refuse to regret a second of it.

  Wait…

  Kade hasn’t mentioned anythin’ about Kat.

  What if…

  Centering myself, I pull in a deep lungful of air and release it slowly. Fuck the pain. I need to know where my Tiger is. And if Kade won’t give up the goods ‘til I get my blood pressure down, then I’m gonna force it back to normal. Mind over matter. I’ve got this.

  The room falls silent. A constant heat touchin’ my hand strokes the underside of my wrist roughly. At least I think it’s my wrist. This sensory shit is screwin’ with my head. Pain’s no joke.

  A tiny knock resonates from somewhere, then a woman’s voice I’ve never heard before speaks. “Everything alright in here?”

  “He’s awake. Well, not awake, awake. ‘Cause he hasn’t opened his eyes or said anythin’. But he’s listenin’,” Kade replies.

  “Sure. Right.” By the woman’s placating tone, you can tell she thinks he’s a little touched in the head. Fuck her. I’m right here.

  “Believe what you want, lady. I don’t care. But he needs more painkillers,” Kade growls. “Now.”

  Jesus, I would kiss his ugly mug right now if I could.

  Exhalin’ heavily, I try to focus on them, not the fire ants from hell snacking on my innards.

  “Sir…erm. I can’t do that without a doctor’s order.”

  “Then get it.”

  “Sir. We have him on a strict regimen.”

  “Yes. A bullshit one. Can’t you tell his blood pressure’s high ‘cause he’s in pain? If my brother’s heart gives out ‘cause you’re negligent pricks, there ain’t nobody in the world gonna save you from me, sweetheart.”

  There’s a horrified gasp that echoes, followed by a door slamming shut. Beside me, Kade groans, “Touchy bitches. I swear you’d think they’d never been threatened before.”

  Humored by the jackass, I grin on the inside. Kade’s quite the asshole when he wants to be. It’s damn good to hear his voice.

  He pats some part of my arm. “No worries, bro. She’s got five minutes to get you somethin’ better, or I’m callin’ Pops to bring the boys in. Trust me, they don’t want a hospital overrun by a bunch of pissed off bikers. And the cops ‘round here won’t do shit about it. If I had half a brain, I’d have made them take you to a better hospital. You deserve better care than what this Podunk piece of shit can give ya. But I guess they’re not so bad if they kept your ass alive long enough for Kat to kill ya all over again.” He snorts. “You’re in so much trouble.”

  Kat, just the sound of her name eases something down deep in my soul, if I have one. I don’t care if she’s angry with me or not. I can live with that. If Kade says she wants to murder me, then that’s gotta mean she’s whole. And there’s nothin’ else I want in this world other than my woman to be okay, along with my precious girls. And no, I don’t mean Vanessa.

  A door opens tearin’ me from my thoughts. The sound of squeaky shoes on a smooth floor draws closer.

  “It’s about damn time. What took ya so long?” Kade scolds whoever’s here.

  “Mr. Knox, you need to watch your snappy tone.” A totally different nurse returns with a whole lotta bark. “You may think you can boss Melinda around. But I will not be your whipping post. I know you’re concerned about your brother. That is why I’m here to give him another dose of medication to ease his pain. If he’s awake as you told Melinda he is, that’s not gonna last long once I push this into his IV. So you better say what you gotta say beforehand.”

  “No need. Make him feel better.”

  “Suit yourself.”

  Fingers grasp my hand on one side as a different type of burning sensation flows into my opposite arm, rippin’ through the extremity with a vengeance. I gasp a noiseless breath, flexin’ my fingers a millisecond before a rich, liquid warmth washes over me, extinguishing the pain to nothin’ more than a whisper on the wind.

  “Sleep tight, bro,” Kade says.

  I will, brother. I will.

  Kat

  The past seven days have been utter hell. There’s no other way to describe it. None. And I’m not talking the normal kind of hell like when your kids get sick and throw up last night’s macaroni and cheese all over the carpet beside their beds. That happened. True story. The stench and slimy chunkiness was so revolting it’s something I’ll never forget. However, this kind of hell I’m living isn’t the kind an average person’s imagination could conjure on its own. Honestly, I’m not sure where to begin explaining. I mean, how does an average conversation include, “Did you know that when your friend and neighborhood badass, Rosie, slaughters ten plus men in your backyard, there’s a cleaning crew that comes out to…well… clean up the situation?” In other words, wrap bodies in plastic and shove them into the back of a nondescript van. I watched it happen with my own eyes. Didn’t think that was possible outside of the fictional world of John Wick. Apparently, the club subcontracts this type of job. Sheesh, you probably think I’m cray cray. Making this shit up. I wish I were.

  A week ago my daughters and I were locked inside a safe room in Asshole’s cabin. It wasn’t until the next morning, after a fitful night of sleep that Rosie returned to give me the A-Okay to unlock the steel door that protected us from those who wished us harm. The girls were still out cold when I met my freshly showered friend wearing her signature black, outside the safe space. The basement was chilly, yet I didn’t miss the light metallic scent of blood that hung in the air, as it tangoed with the even stronger odor of lemon scented chemicals. Instantly, I knew something had happened, and it wasn’t good.

  I gulped.

  Taking my shaky hand in hers and giving it a tired squeeze, the ensuing mess of words to impart Rosie’s lips knocked my world topsy-turvy… “Car accident…Ryker’s in critical condition… Vanessa’s dead… The baby’s alive… The clubhouse was hit… Two people were shot, but fine… The cabin’s in need of repair... The suburban’s toast... We must go to the clubhouse for protection... There are dead men outside... Someone died in the pantry… Don’t tell the girls... Everything’s going to be okay,” were the broken fragments that soaked down to my marrow. I’m sure there was more she said. I couldn’t tell you what. Concern and this sick feeling of helplessness rotted my gut as I flipped on autopilot to save face.

  Ryker couldn’t die on me now. Not after everything we’d been through.

  The urge to cry was imminent, so I tamped it down the best I could.

  To get the ball rolling, Roxie and Scarlett were woken up with a cheery rise and shine as Rosie got them a change of clothes from the disaster upstairs. Together, we covered their eyes and escorted them through the cabin to the front door, where my dad and Bear sat in a truck waiting for us, at the end of the driveway. Hugs were exchanged, loving words spoken as we met up. In the end, I stayed behind with Rosie to clean up our home
, as my girls went off with their grandpas to a safer, less blood-soaked place. Unfortunately, since then, the rest of the week has been one constant nightmare after the next…

  To keep from throwing you into a fit of depression, I’m gonna skim over the shit storm that’s brewing. No need for you to be flung into this mess any more than necessary…

  Not wanting to stay at the clubhouse more than needed, I forced a construction crew comprised of club brothers to come fix the cabin. It’s our safe haven, and I’ll be damned if a bunch of gun-toting dickheads are gonna scare us away from our temporary home. One night at the clubhouse was enough to convince me it was not a place for my children. The pot smoking, the loud sex noises, and the abundance of alcohol is not the life I want to raise my girls around. Luckily, the cabin’s interior was left pretty much intact thanks to the bulletproof windows. The mudroom will never look the same, that part was gutted. The windows are being replaced. The bullet riddled exterior has been patched to keep the holes from being as noticeable. The new, steel enforced back and front doors should be installed any day now. Until then, we’ve got crap ones that my fat, pregnant ass could kick in without much effort.

  Thankfully, we girls are still able to sleep in the cabin full time. Bear and Dad have been taking turns staying with us since Rosie disappeared the day after the accident. No note. No goodbye. Poof and she was gone, her room cleared out, bed neatly made. If I were on speaking terms with Dickcheese, I’d ask if he got a goodbye from her. But we’re not, so he can suck my big toe instead.

  I know, I know, I bet you’re gasping right now wondering why Kade and I are fighting. Aren’t they best friends? Kade’s amazing... How could Kat ever be mad at such a beautiful man? He’s so sweet… he sends her adorable purple eggplant emoji’s… blah blah blah… I suppose this is the part I tell you that Kade might be a-m-a-z-i-n-g… ick… yuck… I think I puked in my mouth a little. However, before we get into detail as to why Mr. Dickcheesiness deserves to be melted by a blow torch, you have to know what I’m doing right this second...