The Bad Boy's Best Friend (Wattpad Version)

Getting help

Damien

I carried Ramona back to the cabin, and Elise, Rocky, and Jaden met me.

"Jesus!" Rocky exclaimed as I walked over to an island and carrying her. I placed her onto the island as I checked her.

"Someone call for help," I barked as Jaden called 911. "I need a first aid kit," I told them as Elise went to find the first aid kit. She returned with it, and I worked on Ramona's leg as she laid there.

"Damien, they'll be here shortly," Jaden told me as I cleaned up her wound and bandaged it. At this point, I didn't care what happened to me. Ramona didn't deserve this at all.

While we waited for the ambulance, Roc and Jag made their way back to the cabin, and Richard and Jax handled Blake.

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Richard

Jax took Blake's gun and zip-tied his wrists in front of him as I took the barrel of my rifle and shoved it at his head. "Walk," I ordered him as we walked to a secluded spot.

"Not so talkative, knowing your life is going to end, are you?" Jax asked him.

Blake said nothing.

We walked to an area and stopped. "Kneel," I ordered Blake as I pushed him down on his knees. Jax took my spot holding the gun to the back Blake's head as I walked around to face him. I crouched down and looked at him. "Was it worth it?"

Blake looked at me, emotionless.

"We have one job to do when we have kids, and you failed at it. We might be bad boys, but that changes when kids enter the picture. You're so bent on control; you pushed the one person who can redeem your stupid ass. You must be so proud," I said sarcastically.

Blake looked at me. "Go ahead and shoot me. It's not like I have anything to live for now," Blake told me.

I looked at Blake. He was the guy that had no remorse. He bought Ramona's mother because her parents owed Blake a lot of money. He took his payment out on her over and over, resulting in Ramona conceived. The kid grew up in a situation she didn't deserve.

"I think I'm going to let you suffer," I told Blake as he looked at me. "I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to let you live with the fact your kid wants nothing to do with you."

Blake furrowed his brows.

"I'll let that eat you up inside until you go mad, then you will finish the job," I finished saying as I stood up. "Let's go. Leave this piece of shit to fend for himself," I told Jax, who nodded as he put his piece away.

We walked away, leaving Blake kneeling on the ground. I figure he could deal with the fact he lost the one thing he prized himself on, his daughter.

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Damien

The paramedics arrived and took Ramona, loading her onto a bed as I got onto my bike to follow them. The ambulance pulled out, taking her to the nearest hospital as everyone else dealt with the cops. It was the last thing we needed, but Richard would handle it. He always did.

I arrived at the hospital and parked as they took her inside and through an emergency. I had to wait to find out anything. All I wanted to know is if Ramona is okay, then I would leave her alone. She deserved better than what I could offer her.

While I waited, I heard the roar of bikes, signaling Roc and Jag are here. A few minutes later, both walked into the hospital with the others as I sat there.

"Any word?" Roc asked me.

"Not yet. The staff took Ramona to the back," I told him as I sat there.

Now it was a waiting game.

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Ramona

You ever have a dream that you're in this peaceful land, and everything is happy? I didn't have that dream. I was in an open field alone. Well, this sucks. They could have given me a hot guy to keep me company like Damien. But, no, I was stuck twiddling my thumbs like a loser.

"Mona?" I heard someone say as I turned around and saw Mom.

"Am I dead?" I asked her.

"No, but I am," she answered, and I looked at her, confused.

"Say what?" I asked Mom.

"Your father wanted to send a message. I was the message," Mom told me.

Okay, now this is a freaking nightmare.

"Great, now I'm talking to my dead mother. I'm in hell," I sighed.

"Not Hell, just a place in between life and death," she explained.

"That doesn't make me feel better," I told her.

Mom walked over to me. "You're not staying. It's not your time. My time was up, and it's better," she smiled.

"That's creepy. How is death be so much better than living?" I questioned her.

"Because I wasn't living when I was alive. I was existing. The people gave me a life that I didn't want and dealt with it the best I could," she explained.

"By drinking?" I asked as Mom nodded. "Good choice although I would have preferred having a mom who was sober," I retorted.

"I wish I could change things, but I can't. You can," Mom said as I felt a pull. Wait. What? Not now, I have questions, a lot of questions. Making me go back doesn't answer those questions. I sighed.

I woke up to find my leg on a pillow with a brace on it. I looked around to see myself in a hospital room with a bunch of machines. Well, that's fantastic.

I noticed Damien leaning against the wall of my room and smiled. Okay, so that's a plus. He stood up and walked over to the foot of my bed.

"We need to talk," Damien said as my smile left my face. Any time a guy says we need to talk, it's never good. I had a feeling this was going to suck ass.