All Chapters of The MC President’s Wanted Woman: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Claire’s POVRafe was standing beside the nurses’ desk when I came out with my discharge papers. He stopped speaking as soon as he saw me and pointed toward a room farther down the corridor.“They brought him back.”I folded the papers badly enough that one corner stuck out of my bag and followed him. My chest hurt when I walked too quickly, but I kept going until we reached the open door.Nick lay with his left arm supported on a pillow. A doctor was beside him, touching different parts of his hand while he watched.“Same as the other side?”“No. I can feel you there. It’s just…” He moved his fingers, then stopped. “It’s not right.”I caught the doorframe. Nick saw me before the doctor did.“She can come in,” he said.The doctor stepped aside enough to let me reach the bed. I took Nick’s right hand, careful of the line taped near his wrist, and waited while she finished checking the other one.“The imaging hasn’t shown a broken bone or an injury to the main artery,” she told him. “Th

Claire’s POVSarah came back into Nick’s room while I was putting my phone away.“Evan’s coming for us. Teo said to call when we’re leaving.” She set her bag on the chair and reached for her coat. “I’ll ride back with you.”Rafe stepped into the corridor to finish arranging the trip. I moved closer to Nick’s bed, keeping the strap of my bag on my shoulder so I wouldn’t set it down again.“She wants you to know we’re staying at the clubhouse,” I told him. “So you know where to come when your arm’s better.”His eyes went to my phone. “She heard Bennett?”“She heard Teo’s side of it.” I brushed a crease from the sheet beside his right hand. “She thought being here meant I might have to send her to him.”Nick reached over and caught my fingers before I could smooth the sheet again. “Go get her settled. Rafe’s got my phone if I’m asleep.”I bent to kiss him, then stayed close enough to feel his breath against my cheek.“Call if you need me.”“You too.” He let go when I straightened, and I

Grant’s POVWarren stayed by the door until I opened it for him.“Wait down the hall.”He looked at Ortega, then back at me. I kept my hand on the door and watched him walk past the empty desk outside. When I shut it, Ortega had taken the chair Warren had been sitting in.“He told me somebody wanted the recorder moved,” I said. “I stopped him. I want that clear before he starts telling you something else.”Ortega opened his notebook. “Who wanted it moved?”“He wouldn’t give me a name.”“What did he say?”“That he was supposed to call when he left. Somebody was going to tell him where to take it.” I went behind my desk and sat down. The copy of the handover paperwork lay beside my phone. I pushed it toward him. “That’s why I kept it here until you arrived.”He left the paper where it was. “I’ll speak to him about that.”“And using your name at the shop. I didn’t authorize that.”“You’ve told me.” He finished a note, then looked up. “I also want to ask you about the Desert Rest.”I rest

TRIGGER WARNING!Unknown POVThe woman in the hallway had been asking Dale for help since before I came through the door.“She keeps going back to sleep. I can’t get her to stay awake.”Dale had a handful of cash on the kitchen table. He finished counting it before looking up.“I told you I’d be there in a minute.”“You said that half an hour ago.”I put my keys beside the money. “Who?”“The one from the motel.” He pushed the notes together. “She’s in the back room.”The woman stayed in the hallway as I approached. Nadine. Mid-thirties, dark hair pulled away from her face, one sleeve stretched where she kept dragging it over her hands. Dale had brought her here several weeks earlier. Until now, she had usually stopped talking when I arrived.“Move,” he told her.She stepped aside for me, then followed us into the bedroom.Leanne Pike lay across the bed in a sweatshirt and dark trousers. Her overnight bag sat against the dresser, still zipped. I recognized the pale stripe down its side

Ortega’s POVThe smell reached us before we found the wash. The trooper beside me stopped and pulled the neck of his shirt over his mouth. I kept walking until the ground fell away, then caught his arm before he came up alongside me.“Stay back a minute.”A man lay below us with his head against the bank and one shoe missing. His jacket had ridden up around his shoulders. The shirt beneath it was stretched across a swollen abdomen, and the skin exposed above his belt had turned green and purple. Flies moved over his face. When I shifted far enough to see past the brush, I could see his teeth through what was left of his cheek.The trooper lowered his shirt. “Fuck.”I took my radio off my shoulder and reported the body. We were forty-five miles outside town, beyond a broken water tank at the end of a dirt road. The dispatcher already had the location. The man who had called that morning had made her repeat the directions before hanging up.He hadn’t given her his name. He had given her