Sins of Time (Book 4 of Desert Series)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Mikey

“Mikey! Mikey! Are you okay!?” I heard someone’s voice. My ears were ringing, and my vision was blurry, but based on the size of the person and all of the tattoos, I knew it was Dorian. I could feel Mitch trying to heal me, but I couldn’t figure out why. But that’s when I saw the flames behind Dorian as he helped me sit up.

“What the f**k? Dude, what happened?” I asked while holding my head. I looked up at the flames and realized my truck was on fire. “AH! WHAT THE f**k HAPPENED TO MY TRUCK!?!” I shouted and jumped to my feet, which I did too quickly because the dizziness hit me.

“Whoa, take it easy. You took a pretty big hit to the noggin,” Dorian said as he held me up.

“What happened to my truck, Dorian?” I asked again.

“It was a bomb. Not sure what kind, but based on the blast radius, it doesn’t seem like it was meant to kill you. Severely injure seems more likely.”

“Me? Why do you think I was the target?”

“Mikey, the bomb was in YOUR truck,” he reiterated. That made a lot of sense.

“ALPHA! GAMMA!” we heard voices from several people calling out to us.

“We’re over here!” Dorian called back. Sully, Giles, and Lucas came running over.

“Dorian, Mikey, are you guys okay?!” Lucas asked as he rushed to us. Sully and Giles were only a few steps behind him.

“Yeah, we’re good,” I answered now that I could stand on my own.

“Gamma, your head is bleeding,” Sully said.

“I’ll heal.”

“No, don’t let Mitch heal you,” Dorian commanded.

“What? Why?”

“Mikey, there was an explosion. And we’re only twenty miles outside of the city. Metro PD and LVFD will be here to investigate. There’s also blood where you landed. It won’t make sense if you’re 100% fine when the evidence says otherwise. Do not let Mitch heal you completely. We BOTH have to go to the hospital to get checked out.”

“Fuck.” Sure enough, not even ten minutes later, human authorities and the fire department arrived to put out the flames and take our statements. Because of Dorian’s firm, there were cameras all over, and we were hoping to get lucky enough to catch whoever put the device in or under my truck.

“LET US PASS!” I heard a familiar voice.

“LET ME THROUGH YOU f*****g PENDEJOS!” I heard an even more familiar voice.

“Officer, it’s fine. They’re our wives. Let them through,” Dorian pointed to the officers holding Allie and Sin back. They crossed the police barricade, and both collided with us respectively.

“Honey, are you okay!?” Sin cried into my neck as I held her close.

“I’m fine, honey. I’m going to be okay,” I told her. Unfortunately, because I had to prevent Mitch from healing me completely, I was still sore and had burn marks on my arm.

“Mr. Rays, we really need to get you to a hospital,” one paramedic said.

“Hospital?” Sin asked and looked at me with furrowed brows. I nodded my head at her, and she understood what was happening.

“Mrs. Rays, you can come, but we must go now. We don’t want his burn to become infected. We also think he may have a concussion from the collision with the other car.”

“Okay, yeah, let’s go,” she said, and we both got into the ambulance.

“What about Dorian?” I asked the EMT.

“Mr. Shaw will be taken in the other ambulance. He, too, may have a concussion, and police want both of you checked out before getting your full statements on what happened,” he replied. I nodded and laid back on the gurney while Sin sat beside the EMT and held my hand. I could see the tears in her eyes threatening to fall.

“Hey, honey, don’t cry. I’m going to be okay. The damage is superficial. I’m sure I’ll be sent home in a couple of days. Right, man?” I asked the EMT with a smile who was taking my blood pressure.

“That is up to the doctors at the hospital, Mr. Rays. Honestly, you and Mr. Shaw are fortunate to be alive. According to our fire captain, that blast should have killed both of you,” he says. Sin sucks in her breath, and more tears form in her eyes.

“Seriously, jackass, you had to go and upset my wife more than she already is.”

“Oh, s**t, um, I’m sorry, Mrs. Rays. That’s not ….”

“Dude, just shut up and put the f*****g IV in,” I cut him off and shook my head as he kept looking for a vein in my forearm. I laid back and thought about what the EMT had just said and what Dorian had said. “Yo, buddy, you said the blast should have killed Dorian and me?”

“Yes, Mr. Rays. The blast radius was approximately twenty feet. At least, that’s what the shrapnel says.” I furrow my brows. He was right. Had Dorian and I been human, the blast would have killed us. But being werewolves, it would only seriously injure us.

Mi Amor, I can hear your thoughts. What’s wrong? Sin linked me suddenly. I saw her with her forehead on the edge of the gurney as she held my hand.

Whoever did this knows that I’m a werewolf?

How can you be so sure? What if a human is out to get you?

Why would a human be out to get me, Honey? I’m a supernatural bounty hunter. Or I was, at least.

Are you saying that this is retaliation for a job you did?

I’m not sure, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it is. I hunted down a lot of people in six years. Killed even more.

This isn’t over, is it?

Not by a long shot.

Sin lifted her head, and her eyes were black as night. I rubbed her hand with my thumb to get her to calm down. Jupiter was fighting to come to the surface, and I couldn’t have that.

“Honey, I need you to relax. I’m going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.” Slowly her eyes turn back to normal, and I kiss the back of her hand.

Mikey, didn’t you say that your two identities were separate?

Yeah, why?

If they attacked you at the firm, then it means whoever did this knows Michael Rays and Razor are the same person.

Allie

I couldn’t believe it. I had been home from therapy for less than a few hours, and already there was drama ensuing my life. First, my cousin shows up out of nowhere, and now, Dorian and Mikey are almost murdered by an explosive device planted in Mikey’s truck.

I hated that we had to come to the human hospital, but unfortunately, we had to maintain plausible deniability. Dorian had a piece of metal from Mikey’s truck, or perhaps even the device, lodged into his scapula and some smaller pieces of shrapnel in his hip and legs. Dorian was lucky that Bandit healed the more extreme injuries that could have killed him if he were human. Dorian left the non-life-threatening injuries to be treated by the doctors.

I was in the waiting room with Sin because Mikey had to get MRIs and a head CT done. She filled me in on what they talked about on the ride here, and it terrified me, knowing that Mikey’s identity may have been compromised. Sin, Allen, and Briana could also be in potential danger.

“Allie, what if whoever came after Mikey comes after us?” She asked me as she was biting the nail on her index finger. A bad habit she’s had since the day I’ve known her.

“Hey, you know better than anyone that if someone even so much as lays a finger on your or those pups, Ethan will rip them to shreds. Ethan is as lethal as they come, and you know that. The kids are safe with Helena and Ethan. Plus, there’s Joel and Paxton.” She nods her head and takes a deep breath. I was going to say something more but was interrupted by the doctor.

“Mrs. Shaw?”

“Yes, Doctor?” I stood up, and Sin followed suit.

“The surgery to remove the shrapnel from your husband was a success. The smaller wounds should heal in about a week, and the larger wound on his scapula should heal within a month or so. I want to keep him for 48 hours to monitor his vitals, but I see no reason why he can’t go home after that. If he shows no sign of potential infection, he’ll be released in two or three days.”

“Oh, god, thank you, doctor,” I shake his hand.

“What about my husband? Michael Rays?!” Sin says, grabbing his arm.

“I’m not his doctor, Mrs. Rays, but I know the doctor on his service. Your husband is in good hands.”

“When will he come out here to speak with me?”

“As soon as the results from your husband’s scans come back. His team needs to see what they’re dealing with. But from what I know, your husband’s injuries are superficial, and the scans are just a precaution to ensure no internal bleeding or hemorrhages.”

“Okay, thank you.” When the doctor was no longer in earshot, I turned around to face Sin and furrowed my brows.

“Why were you freaking out just now? Mikey is going to be perfectly fine.”

“I know, but I have to play the part of the freaked-out wife. Our husbands were caught in an explosion, Allie,” she grit her teeth.

“Oh … yeah …” I realized what she was getting at. We waited another two hours before Mikey’s doctor finally came to talk to Sin. Luckily, Mikey had a mild concussion, a minor head laceration, and external bruising. The burn on his left arm had been dressed, and he would have to meet with the wound-care specialist. Dorian and Mikey were on different floors recovering, so Sin and I went our separate ways. When I got to Dorian’s room, he was already awake from the anesthesia and was giving the male nurse a hard time about going to the bathroom.

“What is with all of the shouting in here?” I asked as I opened the door.

“This fucker wants to put a catheter in me!” Dorian complained. “I don’t need a f*****g tube in my d**k to take a piss!”

“Mr. Shaw, you just had major surgery. You can’t be up walking around for at least a week. It could tear the sutures!” the nurse explained.

“What if the catheter f***s up my little swimmers!?”

“Dorian, did you forget that I had to have a hysterectomy a year ago? Something happening to your little swimmers doesn’t mean much when I don’t have my own reproductive organs,” I told him and crossed my arms. He was such a baby.

“Mr. Shaw, men have catheters put in all the time. Nothing happens to their … Little swimmers,” the nurse said while rolling their eyes at how ridiculous Dorian was being.

“And it’s only for a few days. It’s not going to kill you,” I grit my teeth at him and give him a look. He was going home in two days, three at most, and Bandit would heal him almost instantaneously when we got back to the packhouse. Dorian grumbled under his breath like a teenage boy and let the nurse put the catheter in.

“SON OF A f*****g b***h!!!” he screamed and cursed at the nurse.

“I’m sorry for my husband’s theatrics. He’s never had to have a catheter put in,” I apologize to the nurse, who looked like he wanted to quit his job now. Once he was gone, I looked back at Dorian and held my hands in shock at his behavior. “What is the matter with you?” I ask him as he’s massaging around his p***s.

“Allie, check to make sure that fucker didn’t castrate me. Even if we can’t have kids anymore, I still need this thing to be fully functional,” he said and lifted the blanket showing me his flaccid d**k.

“Dorian, you’re being ridiculous. Put your d**k away, and calm down. I’m sure it will be fine.”

“You won’t be saying that if my libido gets f****d up.”

“Dorian, there are plenty of other ways to give me an orgasm.”

“And what about me? How the f**k am I supposed to have one if my junk turns into junk.”

“Really?” I huff at him.

“Allie, I’m a werewolf. I’ve never had to have a catheter put in before!” he shouted in a whisper at me.

“Babe, it’s literally for a couple of days. We can have Dr. Quinn or Dr. Boyd remove it as soon as we get home. You’ll not die from having a damn catheter in your penis.”

“Stop saying p***s. This is a c**k. A long, thick, and manly c**k. One that is meant to get hard whenever you touch me, and one whose job it is to go inside of your p***y and give you orgasms until you see stars and blackout.”

“You, my dear husband, need to calm down. Period.” I said, making sure he didn’t argue with me anymore. He grumbled again, and I just rolled my eyes. I pulled up the guest chair next to his hospital bed while he pouted like a child.

“What are you going to do about your cousin?” he asked me, changing the subject.

“What do you mean what am I going to do? I already told you my plan.”

“Yeah, but now you’re stuck with me until I’m released. You can’t leave her unattended in a house full of werewolves.”

“I’m not. I’m going to go home for dinner, talk with her some more, and then tomorrow after I find her an apartment, I’ll come back here to see you.” Dorian just nodded. “That’s not my main concern right now, however. My biggest concern is the fact that someone just targeted our Gamma.” Dorian snapped his eyes to me. “And is whoever behind this going to try again or possibly even target Sin and the kids?”

“I was thinking about that too. I honestly don’t know how Mikey’s identity was compromised. We found the butler from the Reno pack. He swore that he didn’t tell a soul. He’s too afraid to die to go back on his word. Unless your little friend in Reno spilled the beans.”

“No, Brian wouldn’t. He’s been given a second chance to be the Alpha of his pack. Getting on our bad side by compromising Mikey and his family wouldn’t be in his favor. And he knows that Mikey would kill him if that were the case. Plus, he would never put an innocent child in danger that way,” I told him. “And I doubt anyone in the pack would compromise him that way. At least those that know.”

“No, they wouldn’t. Mikey has the respect of the pack and all of his fellow bounty hunters that we’ve taken in. Persephone and Sinbad wouldn’t betray him either. Whoever did this may not even be someone we know,” Dorian responded. I sighed and laid my head down on his chest.

“Just when I was hoping our lives could be somewhat normal now,” I mutter. Dorian chuckles and kisses the top of my head.

“We’re werewolves, baby, we’re not normal, and we never will be.”