Primal Fury by Piper Davenport
Jekyll
An hour later, I found Chucky smoking pot behind a Kum & Go. He was with two of his other loser friends, but I’d brought a little back up of my own so I could focus my rage on Chucky alone.
Parking my bike, I swung off, then nodded to Scooby and Stoney who headed to the group. The assholes tried to scatter but the pot had made them slow, and we caught them quickly, dragging them where the cameras wouldn’t catch us. Scooby and Stoney kept hold of his friends while I dealt with Chucky myself.
“What the fuck, man?” Chucky squealed as I threw him to the ground, slamming my boot onto his back.
“Beatin’ women make you feel like a big man?”
“It wasn’t me!”
“What wasn’t you?” I growled.
“I didn’t beat no woman up.”
I moved my boot to his face, pressing down hard. “Wrong answer, you little piece of shit. I’ve got you on video.”
“Okay, okay,” he panted out. “But it’s not what you think.”
“Okay, asshole, what is it, then?”
“She had it comin’.”
“Yeah, she did? How did she have it comin’?” I pressed harder on his face, eliciting another squeal from him.
“She knew it was our turf, but she kept fuckin’ with us, man.”
“Whose turf?”
“Kings!”
I scowled. The 719 Kings were a pain in the ass gang who’d recently graduated from being street thugs to picking up any crumbs the Beast threw their way in Monument.
“You jumped in?” I asked.
“Not yet.”
“Was part of your initiation beatin’ Indigo to death?”
“Not directly.”
I grabbed the back of his collar and dragged him to his feet. “You’re about to develop a complicated relationship with solid food.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
I punched him once and a few teeth flew to the ground as he screamed, and blood gushed from his mouth. They were the first of many he’d lose before I was done with him.
* * *
Indigo
I heard a cry, not entirely registering it was mine, as pain shot through my face and head.
“Something’s wrong,” Leo said, panic in his voice.
“Okay, honey, we got her.”
The woman’s voice was soft, it was sweet, and that was the last thing I remembered before I fell into blissful nothingness.
* * *
“She’s not wakin’ up, Jekyll,” Leo whispered.
“She will, bud, you just gotta let her heal.”
“What if she doesn’t?” Leo asked.
I’m here,I said in my head, but every thought just induced pain.
“She’s gonna wake up, Leo. Swear to Christ.”
I want to wake up now.
“She’s crying, Jekyll. Why is she crying?”
I am? God, everything hurts.
Blackness surrounded me again and I leaned into it.
* * *
I came to in stages, hearing the quiet whispers of more than one person in the room. I couldn’t stop a groan as I tried to open my eyes.
“Hey, sweet girl,” my father whispered, and I felt someone squeeze my hand.
“Daddy?”
“Can you open your eyes, mo stoirín?”
I smiled. Irish to the core, he always called me his little darling when he wanted me to do something he considered important.
“I can’t, Papa.”
“Try.” His voice was a little deeper this time and I took a deep breath.
Pain shot through my skull as I forced my eyes open, quickly closing them again with a groan. “It hurts.”
A deep voice growled out, “I’m gonna get a nurse.”
I frowned. “Hyde?”
“Yeah?”
“What are you doing here?” I asked, still unable to open my eyes.
I felt someone squeeze my arm. “Let me get you a nurse. We’ll talk when you’re feelin’ better.”
He released my arm and I felt weirdly bereft.
“Why isn’t she opening her eyes?” Leo demanded.
I licked my lips and tried to look at him, but everything hurt.
“I’m Dr. Lopez,” I heard a deep voice say, then fingers touched, and slightly lifted, my wrist, feeling my pulse. “I’m going to check you over, Ms. Walsh.”
“Okay.”
“I need everyone to clear the room. You may have one person in here if you’d like.”
“My dad, please.”
I heard movement and grimaced as I tried to open my eyes again.
“Why can’t I open my eyes?” I rasped.
“You have an extreme amount of swelling in your face, not to mention a pretty severe concussion. We’re monitoring everything to make sure you don’t have any bleeding or fluids building up around the brain.”
“Do I?”
“No. We’re very optimistic that you’re clear there.” He released my wrist. “But your eyes are swollen, so you may find it difficult to open them until the swelling goes down, but you have no damage to the actual eye, so you were very lucky.”
“Lucky that someone beat the hell out of her?” Dad growled.
“Daddy, I’m okay,” I whispered.
“I apologize,” the doctor said. “I didn’t mean to sound insensitive.”
“It’s fine, doctor,” I rasped.
“You had a very hard hit to your head and had some brain swelling, but that has resolved itself. You also have two broken ribs, which will heal on their own. The biggest concern was the fracture to your femoral shaft, which we fixed in surgery.”
“I had surgery?” I squeaked.
“You did,” he confirmed. “Textbook repair, so with physical therapy, you’ll make a full recovery. You are going to have to take things easy for six to eight weeks, however.”
“That’s a long time.”
“I’d really like you to take longer, but I understand you’re a bit of a workaholic.”
I sighed. “Guilty.”
“How’s your pain? On a scale from one to ten?”
“Eight,” I admitted.
“Right. I’m getting you set up with a pain pump so that you can just press the button when you’re in pain. If you’re past your four hours since the last dose, it’ll give you more.”
“Thank you.”
“Do you have any questions for me?”
“No. Thank you.”
He patted my arm. “A nurse will be in shortly.”
“Thanks, doctor,” I said, and I heard the door open.
“Can we come back in?” Leo asked.
“Shouldn’t you be in school?” I challenged.
“It’s Sunday, Indy,” he said.
I groaned. “I’ve been out for two days?”
“Yeah, sweetness,” Dad said. “We weren’t sure if you were going to wake up.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Don’t you dare apologize,” he said. “This isn’t your fault.”
I nodded, biting back tears. “Leo, bud, you need to go back to the dorms. School tomorrow, okay? Dad, can you drive him home, please?”
“I can take him,” Jekyll said, startling me a little.
I frowned, following the sound of his voice. “You’re still here?”
“Yeah, GoGo. Wasn’t gonna leave you unguarded.”
“Why?”
“We’ll talk about it later,” he said ominously. “I’ll get Leo home, but I’ve got a recruit outside your door, and he won’t let anyone else in here unless you say it’s okay.”
“You don’t need to do that,” I countered.
“Yeah, I do.”
“God, I wish I could open my eyes and see your face right now.”
I heard the swish of leather, then a quiet, “GoGo, you need to hush, I’ll fill you in once Leo’s not here,” was whispered in my ear.
I nodded, but I was still confused and most of my confusion was because my dad wasn’t objecting. To anything.
My dad was protective. As in, shoot first, ask questions later kind of protective.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Leo said.
“No, bud, you need to go to school,” I countered.
“Indy—”
“Leo,” Jekyll warned. “Out. Now.”
I heard him grumble under his breath, but then there was silence other than my father’s quiet chuckle.
“What’s so funny?”
Before he could answer, a nurse came in, hooking me up with a pain pump and dosing me again. I fell into blissful oblivion, forgetting the question I’d asked my dad.
* * *
Pain shot through my head, and I awoke with a groan.
“Hey, GoGo,” Jekyll crooned. “Press your button, you’re due.”
Oh, right, I had a button.
I pressed it and sighed with relief.
“Better?” he asked.
I nodded, following the sound of his voice, forcing my eyes open. “Is my dad here?”
“He went home to shower and change. He’s gonna swing by your place and get you a change of clothes.”
I frowned, trying to focus on him.
“Close your eyes, GoGo,” he said. “Let the meds do their thing.”
I licked my lips. “Can I have some water, please?”
“Yeah.”
I heard water splash and was able to see him (sort of) as he filled a cup with a built-in straw, then he settled his hand on my arm. “Gonna raise you up a little, okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered.
He raised the head of my bed, then held the cup up to me, guiding the straw to my mouth. I drank greedily, nearly choking with my rush to get fluids in me.
He pulled the straw away and set it on the table by my bed. “Give yourself a second to breathe.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Makin’ sure you’re safe.”
I frowned. “From what?”
“Blowback.”
I gasped. “Do you know who attacked me?”
“Yeah,” he said.
“Who?”
“Chucky.”
I gasped, grimacing at the pain in my ribs. “What? Why?”
“Long story short, you stopped him from using Leo to do some shady shit for some shady people. He didn’t like it.”
“That little son of a bitch,” I hissed.
“Yeah.”
“Did you call the police?”
Jekyll frowned. “Why the fuck would I call the police?”
“Because I was assaulted.”
“No, baby, I took care of it.”
“You took care of it?” I shuddered. “How?”
He cocked his head. “Not important.”
“It is impor—ow.” I reached for my head, but only managed to tug on my IV.
“Baby, quit,” Jekyll ordered, leaning over me as he adjusted the IV tube, so it wasn’t wrapped around my arm.
“I have too much to do. I have a meeting with Bri’s principal tomorrow…”
“Someone else can do it.”
“Who?”
“Fuck, baby, we’ll figure it out. You need to rest.”
“Why are you calling me ‘baby’? And on that same note, why the hell do you keep calling me GoGo?” I demanded. “You don’t know me, bud, so it’s a little creepy.”
He smirked. “None of this is important right now, Indigo.”
“All of this is important, Hyde.”
“You know, nobody calls me by my given name, Indigo.”
“Nobody calls me GoGo, Hyde.”
He grinned. “I do.”
“Why?”
He sighed. “You’re not gonna go to sleep, are you?”
“Nope.”
“Would you believe it’s because your name’s Indigo?” He reached over me and pressed my pain pump button.
“You don’t seem the type to take low-hanging fruit, so, no.”
He chuckled. “When you came to rescue Leo, you wore a sexy as fuck pair of GoGo boots.”
I frowned. “The red ones?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh,” I whispered. “They aren’t sexy, Hyde.”
“I disagree.”
“I got them at a second-hand store for three dollars. They’re half a size too big.” I wrinkled my nose before letting out a quiet snort. “This is a ridiculous conversation.”
“You in pain?”
I smacked my dry mouth. “Nope, I’m feeling fiiiiine.”
“You need to sleep. Heal.” He squeezed my hand. “I’ve got the rest in hand.”
“Why do you have…? Um…” I licked my lips. “What was the question?”
He leaned over me with a smile. “Sleep, beautiful.”
I did.
* * *
Jekyll
Indigo’s breathing evened out, indicating she’d finally fallen back to sleep. I waited a few more minutes to be sure, then stepped out into the hallway.
Sundance pushed off the wall he’d been leaning against and gave me a chin lift. “How’s she doin’?”
“Sleeping.” I crossed my arms. “You got anything more outta Chucky?”
My president smirked. “You left him with three teeth. He can’t talk.”
“You gonna cut him loose?”
“Not yet,” he said. “Needles is lookin’ him over. Drake wants it done above-board.”
Drake was Sundance’s youngest son from his first marriage. Sundance’s first wife had been murdered over a decade ago. It had rocked the club, so when he’d met and married Wyatt, it had centered him again. Given him peace. But now Drake was fucking with that peace.
Young Drake had gotten a bachelor’s degree in social services, then decided to join the Police Academy, but he was running up against barriers due to his affiliation with our club. I knew Sundance battled with his desire for his kid to be happy and his disgust that Drake wanted to be part of an organization that gave the club nothing but grief.
“How does Drake propose we do that?” I ground out.
“He wants Chucky to turn himself in.”
I could feel rage churning inside and I had a feeling Sundance saw it, because he settled his beefy hand on my shoulder and squeezed.
“He’s not gonna do shit without my say-so, brother. Drake knows what’s up and he’ll never betray me, or the club,” Sundance assured me.
I glared at him. “If that changes, he and I are gonna have words.”
“If that changes, I’ll deal with him, Jekyll. Don’t you worry about that.”
I said nothing, lest I say something I might regret.
“This woman’s come to mean somethin’ to you,” he observed.
Jesus, Sundance had a way of getting to the heart of something faster than any of us wanted to admit. I nodded reluctantly. “Yeah.”
“We’re gonna honor that, brother,” he said. “All of us… including Drake.”
I let the tension slip out of my body and nodded. Sundance was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a liar. He also kept his kids in check when it came to the club, so I knew that if Drake became a problem, Sundance would, in fact, deal with him.
“I appreciate that,” I said.
“We’re gonna do a deep dive,” Sundance reminded me.
Whenever anyone got close to the club, they were checked out. Since I had just confirmed my desire to keep Indigo, she wouldn’t be the exception. My only concern was how much it would piss her off to know I was invading her privacy.
I nodded. “Yeah, I’m good with that.”
“Right. Gonna head back. Wyatt’s climbin’ the walls.”
His new wife was pregnant with their second kid, and very close to delivering, so the club was on alert, ready to help with whatever they might need.
“Okay, brother. We’ll talk later.”
Sundance gave me a chin lift and walked away, and I stepped back into Indigo’s room.
* * *
Indigo
“Hey, beautiful,” Jekyll said, smiling down at me. He was shirtless and I couldn’t help myself from running my fingers over his chest. Tattoos that looked like masterpieces painted by very talented artists covered his body, and I leaned forward to kiss the one over his heart.
I frowned. I couldn’t quite make out exactly what was over his heart. Why couldn’t I see it? I shook my head and sighed.
Who cares? This man’s about to do things to me I can’t even imagine.
Jekyll was currently sliding my shirt off my shoulders as he kissed my neck, his beard causing goosebumps to cover my body. His mouth moved to mine, and I slid my hands up his back as he kissed me deeply.
Weaving my hands into his hair, he wrapped his lips around a nipple, sucking it into a tight bud before biting it gently. I moaned as the sensation went straight to my clit.
Jekyll settled me gently on a soft surface, then kissed his way down my body, sucking my clit into his mouth as he slipped two fingers inside of me. I felt like I was floating, my body arching into his touch.
“Baby,” he whispered.
“Stop talking,” I ordered. “Keep doing what you’re doing.”
“Indigo.”
“How are you able to talk while your mouth is doing such amazing things to me?” I growled.
“GoGo?”
“What?” I snapped, pulled suddenly from my wet dream, my body on fire, and the overwhelming feeling that I either needed to flick the bean or pee.
“You were moaning,” Jekyll said. “You in pain?”
I glared up at him. “No.”
“Well, what’s wrong?”
“Jesus, Hyde, just drop it.”
He cocked his head. “Why are you snappin’ at me?”
I wrinkled my nose. “Nothing.”
“Baby, I know enough about women to know when one of you says ‘nothing,’ it always means something.”
“Well, you have never met anyone like me,” I hissed, squirming as my body thrummed with need.
He leaned a little closer. “You sure you don’t need somethin’?”
Your dick buried deep in my vagina is the only thing I need.
“Positive,” I lied, pressing the button for my pain pump. My body relaxed, finally, and I closed my eyes. “You can go now.”
I heard his chuckle as I slipped back into oblivion.