Rock Chick Revolution

  “Yeah. Yeah,” I nodded. “I’m gonna be okay.”

  “They’re here,” he said, his voice weak.

  Shit. Shit. Fuck.

  “Yeah. They’re here.”

  “So you’re gonna be okay.”

  The hands on me grew urgent. “Ally, honey, let me in there.”

  I ignored Lee and said to Darius, “Yeah.”

  “’Cause they’re here,” Darius said to me.

  I pressed harder to his wound as his blood flowed over my hand.

  “No.” I shook my head. “Because you saved me.”

  He held my eyes and lifted a hand to my face. “Yeah.”

  I pressed my cheek into his hand and held his other one tight.

  It was then, he closed his eyes and his lips curved in a smile I did not like.

  “Finally,” he whispered. “Salvation.”

  Then his hand fell away, landing at his side.

  Lifeless.

  After that, I threw my head back and screamed.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Pain in My Ass

  The drug having worn off, my faculties back to mostly functioning, I sat in the hospital waiting room with the rest of the crew, Ren holding me close to his side with one arm, my hand held to his chest in his.

  I had my head on his shoulder.

  By the way, the hospital waiting room part of the Rock Chick Ride?

  Not my favorite.

  Ever.

  And this one particularly.

  They’d had a look at me when they brought me in. I was fine, still drugged, but I lost it when they tried to clean Darius’s blood off me.

  I struggled, spat, clawed and no one could calm me. Not Ren, who tried first. Not Hank, who got in there with Ren. Not Indy, who Lee pulled Ren and Hank away so she could get in because he thought she would do it.

  She couldn’t.

  The person who did it was my mom.

  And she did this by putting her hand on the nurse’s arm and saying, “She needs it. Let her keep it. We’ll see to her when the time is right for Ally.”

  The nurse didn’t like it, but she moved away.

  I stopped fighting.

  So I still had his blood on me, there, in the waiting room.

  Because Mom was right. I needed it. I needed some part of him with me.

  I knew this sounded weird.

  But I didn’t give a fuck.

  Ren, being Ren, said nothing about the blood even though now it was on him.

  And we were waiting.

  All of us.

  Indy and Lee. Eddie and Jet. Hank and Roxie. Jules and Vance. Ava and Luke. Stella and Mace. Hector and Sadie. Tex and Nancy. Marcus and Daisy. Roam and Sniff. Mom and Dad. Indy’s dad, Tom, and his girlfriend, Lana (incidentally, Lana was Mace’s Mom; so yeah, we were incestuous—whatever, it worked). Tod and Stevie. Buddy and Ralphie. Smithie and LaTeesha. Annette and Jason. Jules’s uncle Nick and her friend May. Jimmy Marker. Brody, Monty, Matt, Ike, Jack and Bobby. Blanca, Rosa, Carlos, Elena and Gloria. Dom and Sissy. Vito and Angela. Willie Moses. Brian Bond. Darius’s Mom, Dorothea. Duke’s wife Dolores. And even Stella’s band, Floyd, Buzz, Pong, Hugo and Leo showed up.

  A motley crew of cops and crooks, bounty hunters and baristas, PIs and rock stars, hot guys and Rock Chicks.

  Darius’s people.

  Darius’s family.

  And last, Shirleen was sitting beside me.

  Close.

  There was some shifting and my eyes flew to the door, hoping it was a doctor with good news. But I saw Jane walk in.

  She’d been around, not much, and her usual quiet. I knew a couple of the Rock Chicks and Hot Bunch spoke with her. Since she didn’t return my calls or give me time when I approached her, and since (for once), I didn’t press, I didn’t know what they said or how she reacted.

  All I knew right then was that she came straight to me, her eyes never leaving mine.

  She stopped in front of us. Ren’s hold tightened, and I looked up to her.

  “Nothing ever really bad happens in a fairytale, Ally,” she whispered, her eyes, locked on me, bright with tears.

  And hope.

  “I hope you’re right, chickie,” I whispered back.

  “Me, too,” she said. Her eyes slid to Ren, then to Shirleen, who she gave a small smile before she moved away.

  Ren’s hand gave mine a squeeze.

  I gave his one back, let him go and shifted.

  But not away. Only so I could reach out and find Shirleen’s hand.

  When I did, hers closed tight.

  I looked to Lee, who Indy was holding, her cheek to his chest, his chin to the top of her head, his eyes to the door, his jaw hard. My BFF, though, had her eyes on me.

  She smiled.

  It was fake, but I smiled back.

  Then I looked to Eddie, who had Jet in what Jet called the Eddie’s Woman Hold. That was his arm wrapped around her neck, holding her tucked deep into his side.

  His eyes were also on the door.

  Jet’s cheek was to his shoulder and her eyes were on her husband’s profile.

  I then looked again to the door when there was movement there. I pulled in breath and it caught when I saw who was walking through.

  Not the doctor.

  Duke.

  And Duke was not alone.

  Following him were Malia and Liam Clark.

  Holy shit!

  I sat up straight.

  “What the fuck?” I heard Lee growl.

  But my eyes were pinned to Malia, who was looking around, but doing it looking freaked way the fuck out, and Liam, sticking close to his mom, looking around and doing it looking cautious but confused.

  Eddie broke from Jet, Lee from Indy. They headed her way and I moved.

  “Ally,” Ren called, but I ignored him.

  No one was going to stop me.

  Fucking no one.

  Lee caught me with a hand in my belly before I got to them, warning, “Not the time, Ally.”

  But I ignored him, too.

  Eyes to Malia, I moved them to Liam and lifted up my hand, covered in dried blood.

  “That’s your father’s,” I announced, and Malia moved close to Liam as Liam’s eyes got huge and they riveted to my hand.

  I heard a gasp and I suspected it was Dorothea’s.

  Interesting.

  Apparently Dorothea didn’t know about her grandson.

  I didn’t have time to ponder that for a variety of reasons.

  One of which was Eddie, biting out from close, “Don’t Ally.”

  “Lay down the truth, darlin’.” Duke’s gravelly voice encouraged, and my eyes went to him. He nodded. “Now’s the time.”

  “It’s not the fuckin’ time,” Lee ground out, his hand going away from my belly so he could turn to Duke.

  Before they could get into it, I kept at it.

  I looked to Liam. “A bad guy was touching me. Your father had already been shot in both legs and slammed in the head with a tire iron but he still got him off me. He barely got a hand on me and your father dragged himself to me and pulled him off. I was drugged. I couldn’t defend myself or help him. But he kept him off me even when that asshole stabbed him. He kept him off me until help came. Blood pouring out of him and he kept him off me.”

  “Ally—” Malia whispered, her voice pained, but I kept my eyes glued to Liam.

  “Look around you,” I ordered. “All these people, this,” I jerked my bloody hand in the air, “that’s your father.” I looked to Malia. “I don’t know what went down with Eddie and Lee. What I know is, if Darius makes it through this, he’s gonna stay away. From you. From his son.” I swung an arm out behind me. “From everybody.”

  I took a step toward her. Liam put an arm around her waist and pulled her back just as Lee put an arm around mine and stopped me.

  Time to wrap up.

  So I whispered my plea, “Don’t let him, please.”

  “Zano, a little help,” Lee said about
two seconds before Lee released me and immediately two arms clamped around me. One at the chest. One at my belly.

  Ren’s lips at my ear, he said in his sweet voice, “All right, baby, that’s out. Now come sit with me.”

  I drew in a breath.

  It failed to calm me.

  But I’d laid it out. That was all I could do. I had nothing left in me.

  “Don’t let him,” I repeated to Malia.

  Before I could turn back to my seat, Malia moved forward and caught my hands.

  Even them being bloody.

  “I talked with Liam this morning and he wants to meet his dad,” she whispered.

  Oh.

  Well.

  Shit.

  Apparently my dramatic speech was unnecessary.

  Whatever.

  “Well, uh… that’s good,” I muttered.

  Her head tipped to the side and a ghost of a genuine smile played at her mouth even as her hands squeezed mine. “I see you haven’t changed.”

  “Nope,” I agreed, and my gaze went to Liam. “Though I’m not usually this crazy.”

  Liam looked like he didn’t believe me.

  “Yes, she is,” Eddie said.

  I glared at Eddie.

  Ren pulled me away, but I got a squeeze back to Malia before I let her go.

  He took my hand and I walked stiffly back to our seats with my man.

  Once I sat, I gave Duke a look.

  He gave me a chin lift.

  Jeez.

  Even Duke did the chin lift.

  Well, again, whatever.

  I gave him one back and watched his face get soft.

  Shirleen caught my hand.

  I looked at her profile.

  She didn’t look at me.

  But I saw the tear slide down her cheek.

  And I saw her lips trembling.

  So I held my man’s hand and I held my friend’s hand.

  But it was Shirleen’s shoulder I laid my head on.

  And she rested hers on mine.

  * * * * *

  Half an hour later…

  For the fiftieth time (maybe an exaggeration), I caught Vito looking at Ren. And for the fiftieth time (okay, so maybe the twenty-seventh), I saw Ren avoiding his uncle’s eyes.

  So I turned to my man.

  I found his ear with my lips. “Go to him.”

  He shook his head and I pulled back slightly to look at him.

  “Now’s not the time,” he told me.

  “Now’s the perfect time,” I contradicted.

  He dipped close. “Ally, baby, that’s done.”

  “Part of it’s done. But the family part will never be done.”

  Ren’s jaw got hard.

  “Go to him,” I encouraged.

  “Honey—”

  I lifted a hand to his cheek. “You have a window of opportunity. It’s fucked up why you have it, but you have it. He feels this, what’s happening right now. He wants to come to you but he’s too stubborn. So you have to take this opportunity and go to him.”

  “Babe—”

  Urgently, I whispered, “Life’s too short.”

  His beautiful eyes moved over my face. Then he nodded, leaned in for a quick kiss and straightened out of his seat.

  I watched him walk to his uncle. Angela’s face lit up with hope and Dom led Sissy closer.

  Five minutes later, Vito pulled Ren in for a back pounding hug.

  I looked away, and as I did I caught Hank’s eyes.

  He smiled at me.

  My brother had a beautiful smile.

  I smiled back.

  It was small, but this time it wasn’t fake.

  * * * * *

  An hour later…

  After Lavonne and Bear, friends of Jet’s and Nancy’s, showed with five pizzas that only Roam and Sniff touched (and also Tex, Dom and Smithie)…

  After Sniff’s girlfriend showed (and she was cute and way into him as he was way into her), she got close to her boyfriend, stuck there and made me nearly smile (nearly) when I caught Shirleen staring at them. She caught me staring at her and she rolled her eyes…

  After four of Roam’s girlfriends showed (yes, four), that he somehow corralled and got them out of there so if there was a drama, it didn’t happen close…

  After there was a slightly elevated conversation between Stella, Hugo and Pong when they evidently learned I’d been stripping and were aggrieved Stella hadn’t shared that intel with them…

  After all that, a man in scrubs and a white lab coat walked through the door.

  “It’s been explained to me that you’re all here for Darius Tucker,” he announced. “Is there immediate family?”

  “Me,” Dorothea chimed in, but her voice sounded croaky. So she cleared her throat as she walked his way, for once not longingly staring at Liam Clark, who for some reason she didn’t approach. Then again, Malia and Liam steered clear of her, too. Her throat cleared, she repeated more strongly, “Me. I’m his mother.”

  Shirleen got up and moved in behind her sister.

  And Ren’s hold on me got tighter when Malia, who was standing to the side with Liam, Indy, Lee, Jet and Eddie, broke free and edged near.

  I held my breath.

  “He made it through surgery,” the doctor told Dorothea, and I let out my breath. It caught again when he went on, “However, there was a great loss of blood and quite a bit of damage, including head trauma. He’s in critical care.”

  I clenched my teeth when the doctor lifted a hand and curled it on Dorothea’s shoulder.

  That was not a good sign.

  His voice dropped quiet (another not good sign) when he went on.

  “I’m sorry, Mrs. Tucker. Although he survived surgery, we still have concerns. He’s not conscious, but it would be good if you didn’t delay visiting him.”

  Definitely not a good sign.

  I heard sobs (probably one of them Roxie; she cried all the time) and felt the vibe—already low—plummet, as everything leaked out at me and I collapsed into Ren’s side.

  Dorothea nodded, her chin lifting to hold it together, her body stiff.

  “Can I… can we…?” Malia started, her hand going out behind her toward Liam. She took two steps forward, her eyes on Dorothea. “Can Liam and I visit with him?”

  Without delay, Dorothea raised her hand toward Malia.

  Malia walked to her, took it and turned back to Liam. “Baby?”

  Eyes never leaving his mother, probably knowing all eyes were on him, without hesitation, Liam moved to her.

  A good kid.

  Darius’s kid.

  We all watched them follow the doctor.

  For some reason I didn’t get and I didn’t try to process, I searched the room until I found Jane.

  She was already looking at me.

  She smiled and shook her head.

  Even after this, she still believed in fairytales.

  I wanted to believe.

  Boy, did I want to believe.

  But I had to admit, I was losing faith.

  * * * * *

  “Baby.”

  My eyes fluttered.

  “Ally, honey, wake up.”

  I lifted my head from what, I noted from looking around, was Hank’s thigh. It had been some time, I’d finally cleaned Darius’s blood from my hands and I was curled up on the chairs of the hospital waiting room with Hank providing my pillow. Ren was crouched in front of me.

  I shook sleep away, got up on a hand and focused on my man. “What?”

  “Darius is awake, honey. And he’s asking for you.”

  No longer even slightly sleepy, I surged to my feet.

  Lee and Eddie were standing at the door. Lee stretched a hand to me. I hustled to him and took it. Quickly, both of them flanking me, me holding my brother’s hand, we moved into the hall and stopped at the elevator.

  “Is there a change in his condition?” I asked, looking up at Lee.

  He looked down at me. “No, honey. He’s just a
wake.”

  “Isn’t that good?” I asked.

  “No clue, Ally,” Lee answered, his hand tightening in mine.

  I looked to Eddie.

  He smiled at me, but I knew it was totally fake.

  I knew this because there was no dimple.

  The elevator doors opened and no one spoke as we rode up to the critical care unit. We were expelled into the hall and Lee guided me to where Dorothea, Shirleen, Malia and Liam were huddled with Indy and Jet.

  Before I could say a word or take in the vibe, a nurse appeared and asked me, “Are you Ally?”

  I nodded.

  “Follow me,” she said.

  She seemed to be in a hurry. I didn’t like that. Still, I followed her and did it quickly.

  She instructed me to wash my hands. Impatiently, I did. Then she gave me a gown. More impatiently, I pulled it on.

  Then she led me to Darius in his hospital bed.

  His eyes were closed like he was sleeping. But other than that and all the tubes and shit sticking out of him, and of course the bandage wrapped around his head—not to mention, Darius didn’t wear hospital gowns (as in, ever, and I loved him but it was not a good look, on anybody)—he looked like just Darius.

  I got close to his bed, bent down and grabbed his hand.

  “Darius?” I called softly. “It’s Ally. I’m here.”

  His eyes opened and he focused on me.

  I forced a smile, but as much as I fought it, I felt it trembling.

  “How you doin’, bro?” I asked.

  It was then he spoke.

  And he did it to rasp:

  “Jesus, Ally. You’re a pain in my ass.”

  * * * * *

  Lee

  Standing in the hall with Indy, Eddie, Jet and Darius’s family, Lee Nightingale’s body jerked and his head twisted around when he heard his sister burst out laughing.

  Epilogue

  Righteous

  Six years later…

  “She’s faking it,” I mumbled, doing so with my mouth barely moving.

  “Shut it, Ally.” I heard Sniff’s voice coming from the bud in my ear.

  “Totally faking it,” I kept at him, succeeding in not smiling, but doing this since I had lots of practice.

  We were discussing Sniff’s love life. And teasing him about it.

  Totally lots of practice.

  Suffice it to say, Roam nor Sniff had found their Rock Chick equivalents.

  But they’d been practicing for the time they made that discovery.