The Biker's Fate

Chapter 259: Chapter 259

"If he’d just left you!" Alison ranted.

"Who?" I asked.

"You should have died, Maisie."

"Honey, did you cut my brake lines?"

I moved to stand, but she grabbed my healing arm and twisted. I cried out in pain.

"Niall was mine!" she screamed.

Hatch stormed into the room, the door slamming against the wall. Ryan was close behind.

"I will snap her arm in two," Alison threatened.

Hatch drew his gun, but despite the fact I was in agonizing pain, I snapped, "No! She’s sick. You can’t hurt her."

"Lower your gun," Ryan ordered, aiming his own at Hatch.

"Both of you, put your guns away!" I begged. "Hatch, please, love."

He scowled, but holstered his and then Ryan did as well.

I focused back on Alison. Her pupils were pinned, but otherwise she seemed normal. This actually scared me more than anything. "Ali, love. Please. Will you tell me what’s going on? You’re really hurting my arm." This was a total understatement and I was desperately trying not to cry out every time she squeezed my bad arm.

"Get a fuckin’ hold on your woman, or I will end her," Hatch snapped.

Ryan rushed over to the bed, but every time he got close Alison wrenched my arm again. "Ryan, just back off," I ordered. "You’re making it worse."

"You were supposed to die. Poppy wasn’t supposed to be with you. I tried to stop you from taking her! I followed you all the way to the accident site, but forgot to disable your Mercedes emergency call button." She shook her head. "Rookie mistake. Poppy is supposed to live with us! We’re supposed to raise her. She’s mine."

"I don’t understand."

"I want her. Niall said I could have her."

I highly doubted Niall would have told her that, considering we’d always agreed either my siblings or his sister would raise our kids should anything happen to us. "Ali, you know that Niall and I always said Beckett or Kenna... or even Aileen would raise any kids we had until they grew up if anything happened to us."

Her eyebrows dropped and she stared at me in confusion. "I wanted him."

"Who?"

"Niall."

"Lovey, you have Ryan."

"I don’t want Ryan!" she screamed, throwing her hands up in frustration.

The second she released my arm, Hatch sprang forward and pulled me away from her. Ryan grabbed Alison from behind and handcuffed her to the bed.

I fell against Hatch, crying out as my arm connected with his chest.

"Fuck, baby, hold on. I got you."

Hatch bellowed orders to nurses, got me in a wheelchair and into emergency where he apparently knew one of the doctors, and made sure I was number one priority to anyone within shouting distance. I was whisked off to X-ray, administered morphine, and ushered into a private room, all within thirty minutes.

As we waited for the X-rays to come back, I melted down and found myself gently guided against Hatch’s chest as he climbed onto the bed with me.

"It’s okay," he whispered as I sobbed against him.

"I don’t understand any of this. Ali’s been my best friend for fifteen years. She’s had some issues over the years, but she’s never indicated any desire to take Poppy... or any desire for Niall. God, we had our babies together." I gasped. "Poor Ryan! Do you think she’s always felt like that? Imagine standing there in the middle of a hospital having your wife yell that she didn’t want you. What’s he going to do?" Renewed sobbing began and I took the comfort Hatch offered.

"We’re gonna figure this out, Sunshine. I promise." He kissed my temple and held me until my sobbing calmed.

"I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here," I whispered.

"I’m not goin’ anywhere, baby."

"Thank you." I closed my eyes and we sat quietly for several minutes.

The doctor who’d helped me walked in a few minutes later and pulled up a chair. "I’m Dr. Stone."

"The FBI agent working this case for us works with the doc’s brother," Hatch explained.

That explained why I got the star treatment. "It’s nice to meet you," I said.

"You too, Maisie. Looks like your arm’s in pretty good condition, considering. Your pins and staples stayed put, so that’s good. You do have a little more bruising and you’ll have some soreness, but I’ll give you some more painkillers and that should clear up in a few days. Overall, you were really lucky."

"Thank you," I whispered. "Is Alison okay?"

"I don’t know. I can try to find out for you, but honestly, with confidentiality rules, I doubt I’ll be able to tell you anything."

"I understand."

"I’ll get you your paperwork and get you out of here," he said.

"Thanks, Doc," Hatch said.

"No problem, Hatch."

The doctor left and, once I was cleared, we headed home. I called Ryan’s cell to check up on Alison and found out she was forcibly put on a seventy-two-hour hold. As hard as it was to hear my best friend had cut my brake lines and tried to kill me, it was twice as hard telling Poppy.

"Why would she do that?" Poppy asked, sobbing. "Does she hate us?"

"No, Poppet. She’s sick. Sometimes people have something chemically wrong in their brains and they can’t control things they do. She was having some trouble with her medication, so she tried to compensate with alcohol which made things worse."

"What do you think will happen to Auntie Alison?"

"I’m hoping that now that she’s in the hospital they’ll be able to get her medication levels right."

"Can I call Gracie?"

"Not tonight," I said. "Let’s figure out what’s happening with Alison first, okay? We need to let things settle a bit."

Hatch got a call while Poppy and I were talking, so he took it in my office, and I went to find him when I was done giving him privacy. He was still talking.

"Yeah, man. Yeah. I’ll let her know. She’s not gonna be happy. I get it, but regardless, I don’t think she wants—" He cut himself off when he met my eyes. "I’m gonna call you back, brother."

"What’s going on?" I asked when he slid his phone into his pocket.

"They’ve arrested Alison."

"Who’s arrested Alison?" I crossed my arms, regretting that move immediately and grimacing at the action.

"FBI."

"How?" I snapped. "She’s on psychiatric hold."

"I know. Now she’s on psychiatric hold, currently under arrest."

I scowled. "Well, they can’t. I’m not pressing charges."

"Babe, you don’t really have any say in it. People can’t just go around trying to commit murder, then drinking and driving, and stealing cars."

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"Yeah. That’s what she used to get to your place."

"Bloody hell. What a mess."

He closed the distance between us, and I leaned against him.

"Is she okay?"

"After the shit she pulled, you’re askin’ that?" he challenged.

"Honey, she’s not in her right mind."

"I know." Kissing my temple, he lifted my chin. "If you hear from either Ryan or Alison, I want to know about it, yeah?"

"They’re my best friends—"

"Immediately."

"They’re not going to do—"

"Fuck me, Maisie, she tried to kill you!" he snapped. "If you minimize this one more time, I’m gonna fuckin’ lose my mind."

I burst into tears and he pulled me against him again.

"I’m sorry," I whispered. "You’re right. I just... I don’t know why she’d do this."

"I know, baby."

"Will you stay tonight?"

"Yeah, Sunshine. I’m stayin’ all weekend."

"Okay, thanks."

He held me until I pulled myself together enough to fake it for Poppy, and then we spent the rest of the weekend trying to forget what Alison had done. Epic failure, but we did try.