Chapter 13

Doc – Two Months Later

My Dearest Pixie,

It's been nearly a year since you left, and I know the program is due to end soon.

I'm scared, baby.

Will you come home? Or will you decide to stay in New York?

I mean, I get it—New York is amazing, and the city has a great atmosphere, but do you know what it lacks?

It hasn't got me, and I know that's not a great prize in your eyes. I made Prue mine; I gave her my cut, but that's where you"re wrong, baby. The cut is fake; the real one waits for you to wear it. She was never mine, Pixie. It's always been you. Surely, I've proven that to you, Pixie? The phone calls, the stories of when we grew up, and how you were all I saw when you shouldn't have been looking?

I wish you never followed me that night. I fucking wish you stayed in our bed where you belonged, because then, right about now, you'd have my ring on your finger and our baby growing in your belly, while chasing around our other little boy or girl.

I miss you, Pixie. I miss watching you walk into work. I miss the way you'd smile at the patients, and call me out on my shit. I miss the way your eyes would light up when we spoke, or how your hand would gently lay on my arm at lunch. I miss the calls, even though you never spoke a single word.

Two months of radio silence, and I feel numb, baby.

I don't know how much longer I can breathe without you.

I love you, Pixie.

Your Lucas x

I dropmy pen and lean back in my chair, wincing at the pain in my side but trying to ignore it. I'm breaking. I can feel myself slipping, and I don't know how to drag myself back up.

After she hung up on me, no thanks to that bitch, it's been radio silent, though she is in contact with Lola andhas been since the wedding. And I know I should be happy about that, but I'm not. Lola has fucked up a lot lately. She hates that Dad and Shelly are together because she had a crush on Breaker growing up, not because of him as a person but because of his cut and what it represents. So not only has she made a woman who we both see as a mother's life hell, she managed to fucking convince the parents at Noah's school that Quinn is an unfit teacher, ruining her reputation.

Breaker's woman is leaving the state, and it"s all Lola's fault. She's become a spoiled club brat, and the fact that she gets to speak to Kennedy heightens my anger toward her.

Fuck, even Prue has kept her distance after I nearly choked her last week when I caught her in my bed here at the club naked, but not before she threatened Kennedy's safety if I didn't fuck her. It took Breaker and my dad to pull me back. She shut her mouth as soon as Dad sneered that she'd lose her lavish lifestyle if she does anything to Kennedy, confirming that she no longer has leverage.

"Yo Doc, why in the fuck is your bike back in the garage? Didn't you just get that thing fixed?" Breaker demands as he barges into my room at the club.

I haven't been home much, the place reminding me of my woman too much.

I hum and comment, "Didn't think you cared brother," while keeping my eyes on the paper.

He scoffs, "Of course, I fucking care. You've wrecked your bike several times now, and don't think I haven't noticed you limping a little. Are you trying to kill yourself?"

I hum again. I fucked up my knee the last time I crashed, but it should be alright. As far as killing myself…. Huh, I never thought about it, but come to think about it….

"I feel like I can't breathe, Alex," I admit, trying to rein in my thoughts, knowing how much pain my dad would be in if he knew I was having them.

"Lucas," he replies, walking closer to me. I don't look at him. I keep my eyes on the paper, but I feel him behind my chair. "Is this…is this for Ken?"

I hum again and admit, "This one, as well as the 300 others at home under my coffee table." I hear him suck in a breath as I tilt my head, my eyes going to the picture of me with her on my back from when she was eighteen. I say, "When she left, it was radio silent for about three or four months before I got the first call from her. She didn't speak, she sobbed. I tried to soothe her, to beg her to talk to me, but she never did. We both fell asleep, and I woke up to my phone dead. I thought I fucking dreamt it." I look at him, seeing his eyes wide, and I admit, "On and off since then, she's been calling me. Never saying anything, only listening to my words."

I look back at the picture as Breaker kneels and asks, "If you're speaking to Ken?" He places his hand on the paper. "If you"re writing letters for her, why is Prue still walking around in your cut like she owns the club?"

I shake my head, my tears filling my eyes, and rasp, "When Ken was seventeen, she was nearly raped. I found her on the side of the road in the rain." Breaker's breathing picks up. "I didn't think about anyone but her in that moment. I took her home andtucked her into bed, before I went and found that fucker. I dragged him behind her parents' house and killed him without a second thought. I hurried back to Ken but by the time I got there, she was gone."

Breaker stands and starts to pace before he looks at me and asks, "Prue found out?"

I shake my head and admit, "More like caught it on camera—but not me killing him. She filmed my woman, my fucking Pixie, burying the fucking body to protect me."

Breaker groans, dropping his head back. "Ah fuck…. She's blackmailing you?"

I nod. "Tech and Flame are trying to find the footage she claims to have, which is the only reason she's still around. I managed to get rid of the one on her phone, but after she told me she was pregnant and her plan to trap me didn't work, she gave me two weeks to make her my old lady, otherwise, she'd send the footage to the Feds. She made sure to tell me that if anything happened to her, someone would automatically send it. Initially, Tech thought she had it somewhere in the cloud, but couldn't find jack, so he now has surveillance on her and every person she speaks to. Fuck, I can't even go to the club with this because…."

I trail off, and he finishes the words, "Because the bitch will hand the evidence in. Fuck…. Dammit, Kennedy."

I nod because, yep, that's how I felt.

I look at him and ask, "Have you got any idea how heartbreaking it is to watch the love of your life think you lied to her, to think you chose someone else over her? I was never in a relationship with Prue, Alex. I had four fucking dates with her, and that's only because I thought Ken didn't feel the same for me, and I was trying to keep my feelings at a distance from her. I fucked Prue once, fucking once, and I felt like I was cheating. How bad is that, huh? And now, because she tried to protect me, I'm having to hurt her to save her. I'm having to break my whole fucking heart to save her. The anger…it"s consuming me, Alex."

I let a few tears fall as I look at the picture again. Breaker kneels again, gripping my head to lean it against his shoulder, giving me the support I need as he whispers, "I know you"re hurting. I know you"re doing what you have to for her, but hurting yourself will only hurt her more. She loves you, Lucas, so remember that the next time your anger takes over. You hurting yourself will hurther. Next time, grab Tech or me, and we'll spar with you, brother."

I nod, not at all embarrassed by my tears. There's only so much a person can take before they fall apart, and I'm falling so fucking fast I'm afraid I won't get back up.

A few hours later, I'm in my office at the club going over the plans for a new diner when my door is slammed open and a guilty, tearful looking Lola enters, and I furrow my brows.

"Lola?" I ask, and she sobs.

"It's N-Noah. He fell."

Fuck!

I rush out of my office, making sure the door closes, the automatic lock clicking in. I bump into Tats and his woman, Violet, on my way through the common room only to silently raise a brow at his hair because fuck me, is that pink glitter?

He shakes his head, and I snort, knowing he's pissed his woman off, a woman who likes to play pranks more than the Untamed Hell Fire's women, which means the fucker is doomed. Promising myself to never piss Violet off, I hurry outside to where I know Noah will be. My smirk soon fades, and I curse at the sight og him lying on the ground screaming as Breaker holds a blood-soaked rag to his head.

That's more than a fucking fall!

"Oh Noah, sweetheart," Violet cries out, her hand going to her very pregnant stomach as they approach. Tats grabs hold of her when she trips. At the same time, I skid to a stop near Noah, and kneel. I do a quick visual exam as he screams for his momma, Breaker's woman, Quinn.

"Alright, brother, slowly remove your hand for me," I tell Breaker, and he nods, doing as I command with a shaky hand. Blood pours from the wound.

I inspect the cut, not worried about the blood; head wounds always bleed badly. I gently poke around the area, and anger instantly hits me at how deep it is.

I snap, "What the fuck happened? He"s going to need a head CT and stitches." I notice Breaker glare at my sister and…of course. I chuckle darkly with disappointment. "Of course, Lola wants what she wants, not caring about others again. Let me guess, she blocked your view of him?"

Breaker nods, and I growl, gently guiding his hand back to the wound as Lola sniffles.

"I didn"t do this. He fell."

I growl again.

When in the fuck is she going to learn that a brother doesn't want her, that Breaker doesn't want her?

Dammit, she fucks married men, for Christ's sake!

She needs to fucking grow up. The way she's treating the woman who raised us, the way she's treated Quinn, and now this.

I shake my head as Dad states, "Which most likely wouldn"t have happened if you hadn"t stood in Breaker"s view of his son playing. Go home now, Lola. We"ll discuss your actions over these past few years later, because this shit is stopping!"

My jaw ticks, but I try to calm the anger inside. "All right, brother, pick him up, and let"s get him to the hospital."

He nods and gently lifts Noah as he cries for Quinn. When we get near Dad, I hear Breaker rasp, "Dad, call momma, please."

My eyes tear up because he's finally made that step, claiming my father as his.

Breaker fucking loved his dad and looked up to him, and knowing he's giving my dad that title…. Fuck, I'm proud of him.

As we walk out of the club to the truck, I whisper, "I'm proud of you, brother," making him nod at me with so much emotion…. I head to my newly repaired bike, hoping like fuck the CT comes out clear.

The next day, I'm dog-tired. I spent the night in the on-call room, wanting to be close to Noah, even though I know he's alright. I had to sedate him to stitch up his wound, shaving some of his hair off, before giving him a head CT, which showed no cranial bleeding. With the way the cut is shaped, I believe he cut it on the ladder rather than banging his head on the ground, which is good.

Everyone knew I wasn't on shift and was only there for my nephew. Didn't stop the nurses from asking for my help at two this morning after a three-car pile-up. One person died on scene and a ten-year-old died on my triage table.

Shitty fucking night.

Groaning, I stretch my back and grab my doctor"s coat, before slipping the files of the patients I've seen this morning into their respective folders. Now, I'm ready to see the little man, if he's finally awake.

Quinn came in yesterday, and finally, fucking finally, she and Breaker are back on track. Apparently, her father, who is an attending here at the hospital, screwed a nurse once. When Quinn was seven, she walked in on her dad cheating on his wife. Since then, she's been about as anti-commitment as possible. It didn't help that Quinn's mom, in an attempt to hurt her husband, faked a suicide attempt. Unfortunately, Quinn walked in on that, too, which only made her hatred of relationships that much stronger.

I shake my head, and walk to the children's ward.

I tried calling Kennedy last night to tell her about Noah, but the phone didn't ring. I feel like I've lost her, and if that's the case, she can expect a knock at her door. I'd give up everything for her, including my patch.

As I walk out of the elevator, I text Tech.

Me: Anything?

I stop for a minute, waiting for his reply. It's been nearly a year, and still nothing. We need that fucking footage.

He messages back as I walk out of the elevator, and hope builds in my chest at his words.

Tech: She's been texting a number, asking if they still have the evidence, and I'm working on getting details.

Fucking finally.

I grin wide, hope building as I walk into Noah's room, only to stop in shock. My heart pounds as I look from her sneaker-covered feet, up her slim legs, over her small waist, and the black dress that hugs her nicely. I move my eyes past her breasts, taking in her hair, which has blue tips that fucking suit her, and her rosy lips, which I dream about, before my gaze meet hers for the first time in a year.

I think I stop breathing.

Kennedy, my Pixie. She's back.