Try - Sequel to Let Me Love You

Chapter 8

*Nate’s POV*

Fuck Sarah! Where the hell am I going to come up with 1.5 million? I shook my head. I needed to focus, and dig up some dirt on Jason. I couldn’t have him pressing charges. Sarah can’t have anything else on her record, or else she faces big time charges.

I got into my lime green charger, once again thanking myself for making it so big in the drug world. Now, you must be thinking if he has a charger, then he must be able to come up with 1.5 million, right? Well not exactly.

I try to keep the cops off my tail as much as possible, which means not putting large amounts of money around. By trying save Sarah’s ass, it means putting my ass in danger. Thank god I like her. If not, I would’ve stopped bailing her out a long time ago.

As I pulled onto the freeway, I put on my radio, and turned it to the punk rock station. Simple Plan came blasting through the speakers. I hummed along under my breath. After about 20 minutes, I turned off onto the exit leading to the hospital.

Some asshole in front of me decided to stop at a green light. What the fuck bro? I put my windows down and yelled at him or her. When they still didn’t respond, I tried honking my horn. They didn’t hear that either. So I got fed up.

I stepped out of my car and walked up to the car. The guy in the car was texting with his ear buds in. I yanked out the door and honked his horn. That got his attention. I pointed to the light, which was now turning from green to yellow. Thanks a lot dude.

He pulled one of the ear buds out of his ear and told me, “What’s the big deal?” That got me pretty pissed, pretty fast.

“WE JUST WASTED A GREEN LIGHT ON YOU ASSHOLE!” I roared, letting my anger get the best of me. I grabbed his phone and threw it on the ground, cracking almost every part of it. I then threw it into traffic, effectively breaking it. I then calmly got back into my car.

The guy looked scared, good. My tattoos and stuff do give off that impression. But then again, it is better to be feared then to be loved. (A/N anyone get that reference?)

This time, as soon as the light turned green, the guy stepped on the gas and pelted out of there. I, on the other hand, took my leisurely time getting out. Ah, the powers of being the bad guy.

I turned into the parking lot of the hospital. I jumped out of my car and locked it. I pulled my sunglasses over my eyes, completing the bad boy look. Girls fawned over me as I walked into the waiting room. I love having that effect. I could get into just about any girl’s pants.

“I’m here to see Jason Baxton. What room is he in?” I asked the hottest looking nurse. And damn, she was pretty good looking. For a one night stand at least.

“And who are you?” She asked me, batting her eyelashes. Yep, she definitely wanted the d.

“I’m his friend.” I told the lady, shifting my body posture so it looked as if I was interested in her.

“I’m sorry, I can only allow family in right now, because he just came out of the ICU.” She told me looking back down at her computer. I sighed, knowing what I was about to do. Sarah better be so glad happy I am doing this for her.

“How about I give you a special favor and we can say I’m his cousin?” I whispered, leaning close to her. She looked up and down the waiting room, not really seeing anyone.

“Sign right here sir and then you can go see your cousin.” She handed me a visitor pass with a piece of paper saying ‘Hall closet, 2 minutes.’ Wow. This was the easiest lay have ever gotten.

“Thanks miss; can you point me in the right direction?” I asked her. She giggled, and pointed down the right hallway. I walked down that way until I found what I guessed was the hall closet. I slipped inside.

About 30 seconds later, I saw the door open and the lady slipped in. She came up to me and kissed me, hard, causing me to stumble back a little. “I like to be in charge,” she whispered. Well, I think I can get used to that.

The kiss got heated and I think you can guess where it went from there….

ΩΩΩΩAbout 20 minutes laterΩΩΩΩ

I stumbled out of the closet, still putting my belt on. I licked my hands and then smooshed down my hair, trying to tame it. Damn you, sex hair.

I looked down at my pass, and followed the directions to the room. I climbed off the elevator I got on, and walked down the hallway. 435, 436, 437, ahh room 438. I knocked once and then walked in.

There was Jason, lying down on the bed, and the doctor was talking to him. The male doctor looked up from his clipboard and addressed me. “How may I help you?”

“I came here as fast as I could Jason!” I told him, trying to make a decent actor.

“Again, who are you?” The doctor asked me. Yeesh, what crawled up his butt today?

“I’m his cousin, sir,” I just wanted to get the doctor on my good side. Normally, I would have called him fucktard, but I need to speak to Jason alone.

“Oh,” the doctor told me, “I assume you would like some time alone?” I nodded. Mr. Doctor Person walked out the door telling Jason he would be back in 20 minutes.

I turned to Jason. He looked terrified. Good.

“You must be wondering why I am here, yes?” he slowly nodded.

“Well, I need you not to press charges against Sarah. And ask for her not to serve hard time.” I told him.

“Now why would I do that Nate?” He asked me, slowly getting his voice back.

“Because, you deserved what was coming to you, and I have dirt on you too.” I replied.

“What dirt?” Jason asked with caution clear in his voice.

“Oh remember the time when I got drug from you? Well, I still have that record with your name on it and all. And your signature and finger prints. Now you see why I keep those records. They do come in quite handy, don’t they?”

His face paled. He knew he had no way out of this. “What do I need to say?”

“You need to tell the cops that you started a fight a long time ago, and you seriously hurt her. She has scars on her legs from street fighting that we can say you cut her. And when your toy says she heard something about drugs, you deny it, she denies it, and then it looks like Katy is making it up.” I informed him.

“I’ll do it,” he whispered, knowing either way he was going to serve hard time. This way most likely less time. There are big penalties now for being a druggie. By saying that, he might serve 2 or so years and by saying he is a druggie, 5+.

My job was done. Your welcome Sarah.