Satan's Sinner's #3: Becca and Bullet

Chapter 23

Becca POV

It had been three long, incredibly tiring, hours. We got out both bullets from Cameron. Ironically, his road name is now even more true, now, than it was before. We had just stripped off our PPE when I looked around. The room was a wreck. I went and started to clean up a little bit while Cameron lay on the trauma bed. An IV of saline and a broad-spectrum antibiotic was running so he would hopefully make a full recovery and he could get us all filled in on what happened. I sat down in the chair next to his bed. Looking at him lying there, looking so...fragile. So, human. So, fallible. He was with me. He was safe. He was out of the woods, and once he woke up, everything would be fine. He was here. I could touch him. Letting out a deep breath, the damn finally broke.

I could cry now.

And I did. Parker held me while I cried on his shoulder, holding his with one hand, and holding Cameron's hand with the other. Just to assure myself he was still with me. The heart monitor beeping did that job also, but this way was more comforting. I needed to feel his touch, his skin on mine. It calmed something inside me. I don't know how long I cried. Or when I passed out. But when I woke up, there was a hand playing with my hair. I slowly opened my eyes, stretching my stiff ass muscles.

Because. Let's be honest here people. These fucking chairs are not meant to be slept in. For any length of time. I looked around, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and tried to see who was playing with my hair and my breath caught in my throat.

He was awake.

Tears immediately filled my eyes, as I stood, moving myself onto the bed, and gingerly wrapped myself around him, careful not to hit his left shoulder where a bullet had lodged, barely missing a lung. And also careful of his right, outer thigh where we took the second bullet out. I sobbed into his right shoulder, while that arm went around me, his left arm stuck between us in the sling we'd put on him.

"I'm sorry." He rasped. I shook my head and quickly got up and got him some water, pressing the button by the door to let Doc know he was awake. "I should have just called you before I left."

"I'm sorry my family's trying to kill you." It was his turn to shake his head.

"Well too bad they suck at this then huh?" He chuckled, trying to make me laugh. I just snuggled against him again, tears still leaking down my face. After a few minutes, and lots of sniffles, I pulled away from our warm embrace and looked him in the eyes.

"I thought I was going to lose you tonight. Parker and I got you here. Doc helped us get you patched up. Please...please don't leave me," the tears and emotions were falling out of me at a rapid rate. So hot and raw the pain was at the realization that he was almost taken from me. Again. In a permanent way this time, though.

His big hand came up to my cheek and wiped my tears for me, "I love you. So much." He smiled at me, and I leaned into his touch. "I will never leave you, or Grey, willingly. I will fight to my last breath, okay? I will always fight to come home to you two."

Fuck it.

I leaned in and kissed him. Hard. I needed to know he was here. I needed him to know I loved him. I needed him to feel it. He wrapped his hand in my hair while I held either side of his face, not wanting to let go yet. A knock on the door pulled us away from each other, I rested my forehead on his. Not willing to lose all contact with him. I needed him.

"I love you too," I whispered back to him just as Doc, Parker, and Prez came in. I stood up from the bed and walked past the guys. "Oh! And Prez, I didn't tell him about our conversations tonight. Thought you might want to. Because I meant what I said. Not one fucking person."

Cameron POV

"What was that about?" I asked. Doc shrugged, checking me over and taking my vitals. Parker looked at Prez and shook his head. He knew. He knew what she was talking about. It was nothing good if Parker was openly upset with him. He usually stayed out of anything and everything club-related unless it was planning a party or doing one of our booths, or fundraisers. He loved planning and helping run those.

"Prez?" He looked away for a moment, then brought his gaze back to me. He pressed his lips; I knew he was warring with himself on what or whether to tell me. He knew whatever it was, he'd have to be honest because I'd hear it again from Becca. And if it didn't match, someone was lying.

"We were at the clubhouse when Becca walked in. We, being me, Hound, Hades, Atlas, Paker, and the Old Ladies. I asked what she was doing there and she said was done with work and asked where you were. I knew something was off, so we got up and started walking away without saying anything, ya know? Getting the plan together. She shouted at us 'I asked what the fuck is going on' and 'if it involves Bullet' and yelled about being your Old Lady!"

Woah. She claimed me? In the middle of the clubhouse? As soon as she knew there was the slimmest of chances I was in danger? Because, let's be honest, no one knew if I was good or not. But there was a chance.

"She was heaving, and the room was so fucking quiet you could hear a goddamn pin drop. So, I said to her, 'He got a phone call from a coworker saying your car wouldn't start. That he needed to come get you. You're here. Not there. Something's wrong and we're going to go find out. Can I go make sure he's not in trouble now?' She nodded so I thought she understood." I nod, following along. I see where this is going.

"So, let me guess. She decided to go behind your back and use the trackers we'd bought because we wanted to be proactive thanks to that psycho sister of hers, and I bet once she got to me first, you were more than a little salty about it. Right? That's why she snapped at you again and why you two are being so frosty right?" I wager.

"Take your psych bullshit and get the fuck out of here," he joked, softly slugging my good shoulder.

"Please, just, if she wants to be involved if it has to do with me, please be respectful of her, like all of us would be if it were Willow in Becca's place, and you were where I am instead."

I turned my head. Done with this conversation.

I wanted my home back.