Finding Me (The Bad Boy Series) by S.K. Hartley Read Free Book Online Page A

some coffee, do you want anything?" Lorena asked as she pulled away.
    I had always been close to Tate and his family. Shit, he was like a damn brother to me, stepping in when my own stupid fuck of a father left me. Lorena became my second mom, letting me practically live at her house over the school holidays and weekends when I was a kid. She's an amazing woman and I was so glad that Neva had someone to lean on other than Tate and Low.
    Looking at Lorena, I could tell the stress of all this was taking its toll, she hadn't slept. We all hadn't slept, those damn hospital chairs were so freaking uncomfortable that every muscle in my body ached. But it was Lorena who was having the hardest time; she had to watch as her husband’s body turned black and blue from the car wreck ten years ago, and now she's doing the same with Neva. No mother should have to see that.
    "No, I'm good. Go and get some coffee and some rest, Lorena," I said softly. "I will be right here with her, she won't be on her own. I promise."
    A small smile crept across her face, I knew she's worried about Neva being all alone in this room and if she woke up, we all knew she would freak out. She hated hospitals, ever since that day.
    "You will make a woman very happy one day, Logan," she whispered, placing a kiss on my cheek before leaving the room.
    "Yeah..." I sighed, even though she wouldn't hear me.
    Turning to the seat beside Neva's bed, I sighed again, I really didn't want to sit in that damn thing but I wasn't leaving her side.
    "You know you are totally paying for this when you wake up, right? Jesus, my back is going to be like a sixty year old's," I whispered to her, wondering if she could actually hear me. "Fuck, Neva. I really hope you can hear me, just so I can tell you just how damn much I love you."
    I raked my hands through my hair as I slowly sat down, looking around the room, it's white. All freaking white. She was going to flip out when she wakes up. Thank fuck there weren't any damn flowers on the walls, the number of times I heard her counting the petals in her nightmares was enough to know that would completely freak her out.
    The room was pokey and small with only one window and a small en-suite, we were put in a side room for privacy. Well, that’s what they said, but I knew it's so the cops could question her when she finally wakes up. The officer standing outside the room totally gave it away, idiots. I didn't know what the hell they were going to ask her. I mean, shit! She was tied up in a house while Jack beat her to a bloody pulp, for Christ's sake. What the hell was there to ask?!
    I slowly sat back into the chair, mindful of the pain in my back from the hard seat. I took a large breath before slowly releasing it. I couldn't keep my eyes open much longer, I was so exhausted that it hurt. My eyes drifted closed, and I was back in the room where I found Neva charging towards the monster who destroyed her.
      "Neva, talk to me baby. Please, stay awake," I beg.
    Her eyes fluttered closed only seconds ago, but it feels like hours. The room is finally illuminated as the paramedics swiftly take charge of her. I'm not letting her go. My hands are tight around her small body, no amount of persuading could make me loosen my grip on her.
    "Neva, please. Wake up, baby," I whisper.
    There is blood on her face, dried and stuck to her like a second skin. I just want to clean her up and find the beautiful face I know is underneath the layer of pain. My eyes gaze down the length of her body, trying to assess her injuries. But I know the worst of her injuries are going to be the ones on the inside, the ones that aren't always clear.
    "Sir, we need to get her into the back of the ambulance."
    A female paramedic crouches into my eye line, her face full of sympathy as I tighten my hold around Neva. I can't let her go. I shake my head. I want to hold her in my arms, to soothe her, to warm her, to love her. Only her.
    The paramedic looks at me with sad