Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“I need a hospital.” My voice shook. I hiccupped. “I think I’m miscarrying.”
Without needing further prompting, he lifted me into his arms and carried me out of the clubhouse. Whiler was already pulling his truck up, and Joey set me in the passenger seat, strapping me in before he jumped into the seat behind me.
“You’re going to be alright, sis,” Joey soothed when I sobbed.
“Ink is going to hate me,” I cried. “I couldn’t even keep our kid alive. Mom was better than this.”
Joey grabbed my hand in his. “Jessie, I know you would have loved this baby,” Joey assured me. I shook my head.
“It’s too late now.” I whimpered when the pain intensified.
“Maybe it’s just a freak of nature,” Whiler spoke up, trying to soothe me as he sped towards the hospital.
I shook my head, closing my eyes, more tears tracking down my cheeks. “I’m already bleeding,” I whispered.
Whiler clenched his jaw and tightened his hand around the steering wheel. My cries were the only sound in the truck until we pulled up to the hospital. Joey jumped out and lifted me out of the truck, carrying me into the emergency room.
“What can I help you with, sir?” the lady at the front desk asked.
“My sister might be miscarrying,” Joey told her.
“Mhm,” she hummed, not seeming to really give a shit, “and how far along is she?”
Joey looked down at me for the answer. I sniffled. “Four weeks and a few days,” I croaked.
“We’ll go ahead and get you signed in, but if you are miscarrying, hun, there’s nothing the hospital can do to stop it.” I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming. Joey tightened his arms around me in response to the lady’s words.
Two hours later, I was finally in a triage room. And it didn’t take long for the doctor to confirm my worst thoughts after a pelvic exam. “Your HCG levels are already dropping,” he told me, sadness ringing in his tone. I tightened my hands around my brother’s. “And your cervix is open. You’re miscarrying, Jessie.” I sobbed, squeezing my eyes shut, unable to look at the pitying look in the doctor’s eyes anymore. “We’ll keep you overnight just to make sure you don’t have any complications and give you medication to help your pain levels, but other than that, there’s nothing we can do to help you.”
I nodded. As soon as he left the room, I fucking broke down.
Ink was never going to forgive me.
Ink
I shoved open Jessie’s hospital room door, my heart in my throat. Whiler had texted me when they’d gotten her to the hospital, informing me that Jessie might be miscarrying. Joey had called me a couple of hours ago after Jessie had fallen asleep, informing me the doctor had confirmed her miscarriage and that there was nothing they could do to help her.
I called quits on the job. Alejandro hadn’t been happy, but he understood. Fuck, he was a dad himself, but I knew whatever he was hunting down was extremely important to him as well.
But nothing came before Jessie—not the club, and not a fucking job.
I swallowed thickly as I ran my eyes over her. She was pale, a frown pulling at her lips in her sleep. Joey was watching me from his position by the bed, his tired eyes meeting mine when I finally looked back at him.
“How bad?” I quietly asked him.
He shrugged, glancing down at his sister before looking back at me again. “She cried herself to sleep,” he said softly. “She thinks you hate her.”
I shook my head. I could never hate her. She came before everything. She came before the club, before Alejandro, and before our baby.
She slowly woke up. Joey took his leave, giving us some time together. As soon as her eyes opened and they landed on me, tears flooded their depths. I moved towards her, but she held her hands out, trying to keep me back.
“Don’t,” she pleaded, agony coating her words. “I don’t deserve—”
“No, you don’t,” I told her, taking a seat beside her on the bed. I gathered her into my arms. She sobbed, clutching my cut in her fists. “I love you,” I stressed to her. “Nothing will ever make me stop, do you understand me?”
“I killed our baby,” she cried.
I shook my head, pressing my lips to the top of her head. “You did no such thing,” I assured her. “Your body wasn’t ready. It happens. Does it fucking suck? Yes, but my girl, it fucking happens.”
“How can you not blame me?” she sobbed, her body trembling in my arms.
I ran my hand over her hair. “I could never blame you,” I promised her. “Women unfortunately have miscarriages every single day for no rhyme or reason at all.” She shook her head. I tightened my arm around her, holding the back of her head. “I’ll never blame you for this, my girl. It just wasn’t our time, and that’s okay. This was just a warning to us that we need to be more careful, that we’re not ready for this yet.”