Heartless

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

(Cyrus POV)
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"Cyrus, didn't think I'd be seeing you today." Eli says.

"This wasn't really planned for me either." I say.

"Tell me about it." Mercy murmurs.

"Mercy, how are you feeling? You've been through quite a bit in the past twenty-four hours." Eli says.

"Okay, I guess, all considering. Could you give me a second, actually? I just woke up, and would like to use the bathroom and maybe eat. Fifteen minutes at least?" Mercy asks.

"Alright, I understand. I'll give you half an hour, and go grab something to eat myself." Eli says, coming forward, and tapping her bed railing.

"Sounds good." Mercy says, gracing him with a smile.

He smirks back, as if accepting her smile. This pisses me off, because he doesn't deserve her smiles. He's a cocksucking cop. He leaves, and she turns to me, eyelashes fluttering closed.

"Tell me what I need to know. What the cops need to know. I don't want them sticking their nose in my best friend's business, or yours, since you saved me. What happened after you found me? Mercy says, eyes remaining closed.

"We brought you here, since you obviously needed a blood transfusion. Doctors took the bullet out of you, stitched your side up, and gave you a transfusion. Now you're recovering. The police know everything, minus half of how many of my men were there. You weren't awake to see much, so you should be fine just telling your account." I say.

She nods, looking down at her side now. She touches the bandages lightly. Her gown was taped up, easy access, and no chance of irritating her wounds.

"Who came after us?" She asks me.

"That's not important." I say.

"Not important? Damn right it is." She says sharply.

She's different now. Angry like she was when she thought we were Dumas about to kill her.

I pause, looking her over. I cant help but think, I hope the woman who I marry, or has my kids with one day. Is this strong, physically and mentally. She waits for my reply, forehead creased, eyes watching me. Either she's crazy enough for me to like it, or a hell of a lot stronger daddy's girl than she gets credit for.

"Bikers in Dumas MC, we had a territory dispute. They lost out, hit us, but it was a distraction. There were three targets intended for last night, two girls and a boy. All family of major club members. All three are eighteen and younger. Only Talia survived." I explain.

Her eyes soften, and she nods, looking away. For a moment it looks like she's going to cry. Then she shakes her head, looking back at me.

"I'm sorry, please give your club my condolences." She says.

"Their strike against us wasn't what they intended. You helped stop them, when you saved my sister's life. You can't tell the police it was another group of bikers, you need to stick with them being strangers. Random killers. Understand?" I say.

"I... I see." She says.

"When you saved Talia, you made a lot of people mad." I add.

"I bet, it's the guy Tally stomped on, ain't it?" She jokes.

"Well, yeah. I bet he's pissed as hell. There's also everyone else who was counting on my sister being dead." I say.

She becomes quiet now. She gets up after a while, goes to the bathroom, drinks some more water and opens the Skittles Talia left here for her. I text Paxton, and he runs down to the cafeteria and buys her a prepackage sandwich. She thanks me for it, but doesn't touch it.