Taste of Wolves

Chapter 45

The two bikers left the hospital with the prospect driving the van behind them with their victims bound and gagged in the back. Happy was already planning out in his head what all he was going to do to them. All Quinn wanted was to see them suffer in the most gruesome of ways for what they'd done to his 'ol lady. Jax called Gemma to let her know what had happened before he headed off the clubhouse so they could have church. They'd dealt with these guys before but Jax had thought they'd made it very clear they didn't allow drugs to be sold in or near Charming. Jax, Juice, Chibs, Bobby, Ratboy, and Tig sat around discussing the issue at hand and how they should handle the other organization.

"Annihilate them all!" Tig immediately exclaimed.

"Perhaps we could choose a less bloody route." Ratboy suggested.

"Then what do you suggest? They took someone's 'ol lady, beat her, cut her, stabbed her, and who knows what else to try and force us into letting them deal out of Charming." Tig shot back.

"Settle down, guys. Juice, find out if the guys we have at the cabin are the last of the crew. We need to know everything about them before we start making solid plans for them." Jax stated earning a head nod from the IO, "Let's call it a night guys."

Jax slammed the gavel down with a sigh as everyone began standing up. Gemma had already gone to the hospital to see about Wolfie but she was still in surgery from what she was told. She was sitting in the waiting room not so patiently waiting to hear about Quinn's 'ol lady. She hoped to have some sort of information for the tall biker when he showed up. It was nearly two hours before Tara came out to talk to Gemma. The Matriarch was worried about the young woman who'd stolen Quinn's heart and had befriended Chibs.

"It was touch and go for a little while. The stab wound to her stomach nicked her bowel so we had to close that up. Some of the fluid from her bowels has leaked into her bloodstream so we've got her on some powerful antibiotics to clear up the infection. Most of her cuts are superficial. Deep enough to hurt and bleed but not so serious as to really needing stitches. We did have to stitch up the actual knife wound, though.

She's been worked over good and has some fractured ribs because of the beating she took. Her nose isn't fractured, thankfully, but she does have lots of facial bruising and swelling. She's also got a lot of deep muscle bruising which is going to make it painful for her to move around for a few weeks. The most serious of her injuries are the knife wound and fractured ribs. She needs to take it easy for the next few weeks to allow her body to heal up. I think she's going to heal up just fine, though." Tara explained to her mother-in-law.

"That's good. Thank you, Tara." Gemma told her before the doctor nodded, "When can I see her?"

"She's still sedated from the surgery but she's in a recovery room at the moment. She should be moved to her room within the hour. I'll have a nurse come and get you when she's been moved." Tara replied before turning and heading back to the nurse's station to fill out Aria's chart.

'Poor thing.' Gemma sighed as she sat down to await when she could see the young woman. She flipped through magazines before she was finally shown to Aria's room. There was a nose cannula in her nose, she had electrodes coming from her chest, a blood pressure cuff on her arm, an IV in her left arm, and an oximeter on her left finger. Gemma noted how pale the young woman looked and then noticed the blood and saline bags hanging up next to her bed. Gemma scooted the lone chair in the room over to the side of her bed to keep her company. As Aria began to come out of her anesthesia a little while after Gemma entered her room, she began calling out for Rane.

"Shh, baby. He's out taking care of the guys who did this to you." Gemma told her.

"Rane! Please, I just want Rane!" Aria cried, tears already streaking down her cheeks.

Her heart rate sped up so much that the nurse came in to check on her. She was still calling out for her 'ol man so Gemma called Quinn and told him she was awake in the hospital and begging for him. Quinn told her he'd be there as soon as they were done with the guys that had attacked her. Gemma told him to hurry up because Aria was really freaking out making him sigh. He wanted to stay there and watch the torture of the guys who'd kidnapped, terrified, and tortured his 'ol lady. On the other hand, he wanted, he needed, to be by her side. She was calling for him, he needed to be there. With each broken joint, each tooth pulled out, each cut to their bodies, each scream, and each time they begged, it made Quinn happy. It was sick, he knew it, but they had hurt his Lil Bit and this was what they deserved.

"Go be with your 'ol lady, brother. I got this." Happy told him after the assassin asked what the call was about. Quinn thanked him before he spit on the tied up and gagged leader then left. He raced to the hospital hoping she was still awake. He called Gemma when he arrived and asked what floor and room she was in. Having that information, he stormed the hospital, heavy boots echoing down the hallways as he made his way to her room. He needed to see her, to make sure she was alive and ok. Finding her room, he opened the door and stopped. She looked so pale and frail in the hospital bed.

"They had to give her something to calm her down which knocked her out. All she was doing was crying and calling out for you. It was aggravating some of her injuries and Tara was afraid she was going to pull out stitches." Gemma told him.

"What's wrong with her?" Quinn asked.

"The stab wound to her stomach nicked her bowel which they had to stitch up. Liquids from her bowel leaked into her blood stream so they've got her on an antibiotic for that. She's got some fractured ribs, the facial bruising and swelling, some deep muscle bruising around her stomach and torso." Gemma explained making him ball his fists as he stared at his 'ol lady.

"What's with the blood bag?" Quinn asked.

"She lost a lot of blood, Quinn. They're trying to help her replenish what she lost. The nurse told me the stitched wound to her stomach will probably scar. She needs to take it easy the next six weeks as her ribs and body heal up from this." Gemma explained.

"Oh, Lil Bit." He stated as he stared at her sleeping face.

"I'll come by in the morning and check on you two." Gemma got up to give him a hug.

"Thanks, Gem." He replied as he hugged her back.

The Matriarch left the room and headed down to her car to go home while he took up her spot in the chair beside the bed. He grabbed her hand in his and sighed. He hated that she'd gotten so hurt because of his club and wondered what he could do to make it up to her. Sighing again, he took out his phone and began browsing jewelry stores. He had decided to ask her to marry him but he'd never gone and done any ring shopping. While he had some time alone in her hospital room, he decided it was the right time to browse stores and see what they had and see if he could find something she might like. She was his and he wanted everyone to understand it. He didn't just want her as his 'ol lady. He wanted her to have his last name and be his wife too.

There were several rings he found at the local jewelry store that he thought she might like. After looking over at her and a little debating with himself, he finally purchased one wedding ring set in her ring size and had it set up so he could pick it up within the next few days. He was sure she was going to love it especially since her favorite color was pink. Staring at the picture of the ring set he'd just purchased, he knew he was making the right decision. He'd wanted her from the first time he laid eyes on her. She had already proven to him what an excellent 'ol lady she was even if some of his brothers weren't convinced. He knew she'd make an excellent wife as well. He grinned as he looked between her sleeping face and the rings he'd purchased. Yes, he was making the right choice.

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