Leather Dreams

Understanding

(Sorry guys, my phone completely broke and I got a new one. So thats why I have finished the final chapters as a sorry. Yayy!!)

Chap 37:

Amaya pov:

It stank of overused bleach concealing death.

I glower at the nurse who keeps on eyeing up Dex in his hospital bed while I sit next to him.

I'm angry with him but not to the point where I want something bad to happen to him.

When I got the call he was in hospital I immediately came here as fast as I could, the dull feeling of dread setting in my gut like a dead bird.

Milly is babysitting Luke since there was nobody to pick him up and we all mutually agreed to not let him see his dad in this state.

I can't look at his leg so I divert my eyes to his handsome face and the small smile lines on his eyes that now rest closed for now.

Fuck, Dex! Why did you have to go and get hurt and to the point where you hurt your leg as well!

I wanted to at least stay mad at you for a few more days before I pathetically go back and talk to you, wanting you to apologise and we can get this past us.

Instead its me watching your face knowing that eventually when you wake up it will be a face of devastation.

"He'll pull through, don't worry, darling," Mr Harrison smiles at me and hands me some chocolate he brought from the mending machine outside.

"Thanks. I know he will but I'm more scared about he will be when he finds out about his.." I trail off and glance at his leg covered under the blanket.

"The doctor says he's gonna be okay but he cant play ice hockey anymore,"

I bite the inside of my cheek and try not to cry. That was the only time he felt like himself.

Even though I don't like him at this moment, nobody should go through the pain of not being able to continue their passion.

"Goddamn it. He really knows how to pick his times," Mr Harrison scratches his beard and peers at him.

"What happened to Wila?" I turn to face him as the thought suddenly appeared in my mind.

"Shes been dealt with, don't worry about it-why are you giving me that look?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Because what really happened?"

"Honestly...?" He hastily looks away as I squint my eyes.

"Honestly,"

"I suppose you do deserve to know," he drags a chair from the wall and places it next to me.

"We blackmailed her and bribed the judge and court to throw her in jail for fraud of our company and inappropriate behaviour of disrupting the employees. We also got an extraction charge from her and she magically got a black eye that I most definitely did not do because I am a gentleman.,"

I started at him in shock as he went on, trying to hide the prideful smile on his face with the back of his hand.

"We also got her bank accounts seized and because she was committing white collar crimes, her funds are now ours. So she gets 15 years and even if she gets out she doesn't have a single penny to her name.,"

"I was going to tell Dexter until he was slightly doing better so at least he can confront her on his terms if he wishes to and get some closure. But I wanted him to focus on his life first, instead this fucking-mind my language-thing happened. He's basically my unexpected son that I never wanted."