Reclaim Me (The Jaded Series Book 2) (33 page)

“Are you okay?” He asks me, his voice weak.

A cry leaves my throat, and I launch myself at him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I’m careful to not put my weight on him, because I know he can’t hold both of us up.  Just holding himself up against the wall must take every bit of strength he has.

I feel his hands at my sides clutching my shirt. I pull back and place small kisses all over his face. He just sits there and watches me.

When I lean back, I take his face in my hands and look him in the eye. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve drunk fifty gallons of straight vodka,” he slurs out.

I lean my forehead against his and tell him, “I love you, Mac.”

His eyes droop more, and I know he’s going to pass out any minute, but before he does he murmurs, “Love you, Pix.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and send a silent prayer that he’ll be okay. I also thank the Lord that Jaxon and Nick came when they did. I can’t think about what would have happened if they hadn’t.

“The cops and an ambulance are on the way,” Jaxon says from behind me. When I turn to look at him, he must see the worry and devastation written all over my face.

He squats down beside me and takes me in his arms. I bury my face against his chest and clutch his shirt as tears fall fast and free down my face.

“He’ll be okay, Mia. The drugs just need to wear off,” he says quietly against my hair. “I assume he was given Rohypnol again?”

I try to pull myself together, but it’s so hard when the man I love with every fiber of my being is lying against the wall, passed out by drugs.

“I think so, but I’m worried they gave him too much. I also think they gave him something to…make him…stay hard.” I can barely get the words out without ripping from Jaxon’s arms and going after Tessa again.

“Fuck,” Jaxon hisses and tightens his arms around me, as if he knows my internal struggle. I can also feel the anger radiating off him. His body is stiff, but there’s a slight tremor as well.

Off in the distance, the sound of sirens reaches us. I break away from Jaxon and move back to Mac’s side. I lean my shoulder against the wall beside him and get as close as I can. Leaning my head down on his shoulder and resting one of my hands on his stomach, feeling the up and down motion of him breathing, we all wait for the cops and ambulance to show up.

Chapter Thirty-One

Mac

Her loyalty…

I wake to the feeling of drums going off in my head. It literally feels like there’s a kid in there with his brand new drum set pounding away on the sides of my skull. There’s not an ounce of liquid in my mouth, and my stomach feels like someone is doing somersaults in there. However, the warmth I feel at my side and the smell assaulting my nose makes me one of the luckiest bastards in the world.

I crack open my eyes, and just as I knew she would be, Mia is curled up beside me on the hospital bed. Her forehead is flush against my upper arm. She has one arm and one leg thrown over the top of mine. Her breathing is even against my arm, and I know she’s sleeping.

My shoulder hurts like shit, but I gently reach with my free arm, so as not to wake her, and notice my wrist wrapped in a bandage. There’s a slight pang of pain under the bandage, but I ignore it as I run my fingers through her black and red hair. It’s soft and silky, and I could run my fingers through it all day. She breathes out a sigh and wiggles her little nose. I’ve always thought of Mia as my little Pixie with her small frame and features. With her spikey style haircut, she solidified my vision.

Mia starts to shift beside me, and I watch as her eyes flutter open. She lifts her head and it takes her a minute to realize that I’m looking back at her. I’m a little leery of her reception of me. After all, the last time I was awake, a naked Tessa was on my lap as Shady violated her. Obviously, she would be worried about me, but concern for my well-being and wanting to continue our relationship after seeing something like that are two different things. I know that she won’t hold it against me, but it would be hard for anyone to get over something like that.

“Mac,” she breathes out.

I lift up onto an elbow so I’m looming over her and trail my finger down her face. She watches me with eyes raw with pain. I don’t know if that’s pain for me, pain on her part, or if it’s pain from the situation we were in earlier. Either way, I don’t like the look. It’s a look that should never cross her face.

“How are you doing?” I ask her, because I need to know that she’s okay. I need to know that we’re okay.

“Why are you asking me that?” She takes my hand that I was using to trace her face with and places it over her heart. I feel the rapid beat inside. “I should be asking you that. It was you that had your heart ripped out and stomped on.”

Fuzzy memories of what Shady and Tessa told us come rushing in, and I feel the pain start to seep in. I close my eyes and lean my forehead against Mia’s as I remember Shady telling me that T isn’t my son. The bittersweet memory of Tessa telling me we never had sex is something I’m not sure how I feel about. Of course, I’m relieved to know that Tessa never had her shit wrapped around my dick, but because of that there is proof that T isn’t mine.

It doesn’t matter though. I don’t care that T doesn’t share my blood—well I guess technically he does because he’s Shady’s son and Shady is my brother, but I don’t care. No matter what, T will always be mine. Fuck Shady, he can’t have him. I’ll fight to my dying breath to ensure that Shady has nothing to do with him. And I know damn good and well that Shady will fight for him, even though he admitted himself that he doesn’t want him. No, he’ll fight me just for the simple fact that I love T.

But then again, Shady should be spending a lot of fucking time in jail for everything that he and Tessa have done. If he’s alive that is. One of my last memories is of Shady lying on the floor in a puddle of his own blood. I personally hope the fucker bled to death and was in a lot of pain while he did. However, I’m pissed that I never got the chance to get my hands on him myself.

I open my eyes and look down at Mia. She’s watching me with heartache and distress plastered all over her face.

“I’ll be fine. Yes, it hurts, but I’ll get through it. We’ll get through it. I don’t give a shit what Shady and Tessa said. That boy will always be mine.” I cup the side of her face and lean down to put my lips on hers for a gentle kiss.

“Now, what I need to know is if you’re okay? What that sick fuck was doing to you—” Mia stops me by placing her finger over my mouth. I have no doubt that my eyes are flaring with hatred. Remembering what he did to Mia causes my body to go rigid on top of hers and my hands to ball into fists. Fists that I so desperately want to use to rip Shady to shreds.

“I’m fine, too, Sheriff. Jaxon and Nick got to us before he could really hurt me.”

I roll to my side and crush Mia into my arms. The enormity of how much worse it could have been runs through my mind. Never in my life have I felt so helpless, felt less than a man. There was nothing I could do to stop Shady from hurting her and guilt of that weighs heavily on me.

“I’m so sorry, Pix.” I tell her. “I’m so damn sorry that I couldn’t stop him. I’m sorry that you had to see Tessa do that shit to me.”

Mia rears back from me, horror and anger mixed, replacing the pain on her face from earlier.

“That is one of the stupidest things I’ve ever heard, Mackai Weston!” She hisses at me and brings her face closer to mine. “Don’t you dare feel sorry for any of this. You tore a fucking muscle and tendon in both your arms and damn near pulled both arms out of their sockets trying to get to me. Have you seen your wrists? They were rubbed so raw that the bone was showing, Mac. Shady and Tessa used triple what a normal dose of Rohypnol was.” Tears start falling from her eyes, dripping down onto my chest. I can’t stand to see her like this so I pull her into my arms, burying her face against my neck. “I can’t…you can’t…oh God, Mac, I was so scared, but there was nothing neither of us could do.”

I hold her as she cries against my neck, soaking my hospital gown.
Fuck, I hate hospitals.
I know what she says is true but I still can’t help but feel like I failed her somehow. There should have been something I could have done. Something more I could have done to catch Shady before that night.

I look over to the door when it opens to see Jaxon and Nick walk in. Mia pulls back from me, quickly wiping her eyes. When she goes to get up off the bed, I pull her back down, wincing from the pain in my shoulder. She sends me a worried look and settles back down. I reach for the cup of water on the little tray beside us, but she gets to it before me and hands it over. I take a sip and hand it back to her.

“How are the arms?” Jaxon asks as he steps up to the bed.

“Sore, but I’ll live.” Shoving his hands into his pockets, he nods his head.

“Mom and Levi are out in the waiting room,” Jaxon tells Mia.

“Your parents and T are out there also, Mac. I wanted to come see you first and let you know that Shady is in critical condition. He had internal bleeding on his brain. They had to go in to relieve the pressure. They’re still waiting to see if he wakes up and the extent of the damage.”

My only response is a grunt. If it wasn’t for the fact that Jaxon would probably be charged for murder if Shady doesn’t make it, then I would wish to hell that he never woke up.

“Shady pulled a knife on Jaxon and went after him with it. I saw it happen. So, if he doesn’t wake up, Jaxon is clear of murder charges. It would be self-defense,” Nick says walking up beside Jaxon.

I look at both Jaxon and Nick, looking for the truth in Nick’s words. They both look back at me with steady eyes, giving nothing away. When I bring my eyes to Mia’s, she’s not looking at me, instead she’s looking at her brother. I decide that I don’t give a shit. Whatever the truth is, Jaxon is covered.

“In that case, I hope the bastard dies in his sleep, quietly suffering in his own head.” I tell no one in particular. “What about Tessa?” I ask, my voice hard.

A look like pride appears on Jaxon’s face as he looks at Mia. I vaguely remember Mia in her bra and panties sitting on top of Tessa, beating the shit out of her.

“She didn’t fare as badly as Shady, but it was close. You should have seen Mia, Mac. I had to pull her away, or I have no doubt she’d be right next to Shady,” Jaxon says with a tip of his lips.

“Shouldn’t have pulled me off her,” Mia mutters beside me. “The bitch deserved more.”

I pull her closer to me and kiss the top of her head.

Nick speaks next. “She’s here, but her injuries aren’t bad. As soon as they release her, she’s going to jail. There’s an officer stationed outside her and Shady’s rooms.”

That makes me feel better. I wouldn’t put it past Tessa or Shady to try and escape. Of course, from what Jaxon said, Shady won’t be going anywhere for a while.
Thank fuck for that.

“Mia told us what Shady and Tessa told you both. I’m sorry man,” Jaxon says after a few minutes.

I flex my hands at my sides, trying to relieve some of the tension there when Jaxon brings up the fucked up situation with T.

I don’t really want to talk about it yet, but I tell Jaxon the same thing I told Mia, “I doesn’t matter. T will always be mine.”

Again, Jaxon nods, not surprised at my answer.

“How did you find us?” I ask Jaxon and Nick.

“It was actually Jesse,” Nick says. “When I made it to your house, the door was open. I tried calling your phone, but there was no answer. I must have gotten there right after Mia was taken. I called dispatch to find out if they heard from you and told them what happened. I called Jaxon and explained shit to him as well. Another deputy and I went to the old barn you went to go check out. Saw your truck and knew something happened to you as well. We started gathering people together to look for you both. About thirty minutes later, Jesse called. He was coming back from town after visiting a girl he’s seeing. He knew the situation with Shady and Tessa. Said he thought he saw Shady’s truck outside an old house right outside town. Jaxon and I hauled ass over there. You know the rest.”

We’re all quiet for a few minutes, lost in thought. If it wasn’t for Jesse driving by, then there’s no telling what might have happened, but I have no doubt it would have been much worse. I owe Jesse big time.

“We’re going to go so Maryann, Sam, and T can come in,” Jaxon tells me and then looks to Mia. “You want Mom and Levi to come in, or do you want to go out and talk to them? She’s pretty upset, so I don’t think I can hold her off from seeing you.”

Before Mia can answer, I tell Jaxon, “Let them come in.” No way am I letting Mia out of my sight. She’s staying right here beside me.

He nods and leans over to give Mia a kiss on the cheek. Nick does the same, and then they both walk out.

I roll towards Mia and gather her as tight in my arms as I can get her, the pull on my sore muscles nowhere near stopping me. There’s a big chance I could have lost her tonight, and I need to feel as much of her as I can. She wraps both her arms around me tightly as well, as if she’s thinking the same thing as me.

Now I have the heartbreaking task of telling my mom that the man that tried hurting, and possibly killing, her son and Mia is the same person she gave up when he was a baby. I have no idea how she’s going to take the news, but I know it’s going to be hard. It’s going to hurt, and it makes me want to hunt down Shady and finish the job that Jaxon started. That’s one regret I will always have; that I never got the chance to take Shady down myself.

I also have to make the decision on whether I should tell T that I’m not his real dad. I don’t really see the benefit of telling him yet, but I don’t want it to come out from somewhere else. I’ll talk to Mia later about it and get her opinion.

I lean my head back from Mia. “I don’t want to tell my mom yet. Let’s wait until we get home and away from here.”

She looks at me with understanding. “Okay.”

I pull her back to me and we lay like this for several minutes. I breathe in her familiar scent and thank God that Jesse was on that highway last night.