Forever Mine (Providence Series Book 1) (35 page)

He ran round to the other side of the car and climbed onto the driver's seat, reaching across and gently lifting my legs up so that Colette could push the foam under them. “There you go, sweetheart. We’re going to follow you and Brett’s SUV will be in front so that we can make sure you get home safe and sound.” Colette stood on the runners and leaned over to kiss my cheek. “You’re such a brave girl.”

Looking behind her, I saw my aunt and uncle looking a little conflicted. As Christie took Colette’s place, I said, “Stay with Luke, he needs people to look after him. Tell him I love him alright?”

“Okay, sweet MyMy, if you need us call my cell anytime day or night, you hear?” George said giving me a kiss on the cheek and closing his eyes. “I’m so sorry, sweet girl.”

“It’s not your fault. Whoever did this is doing it to all of us for their own reasons; don’t take their issues on as your own, Uncle George.” I gripped his hand hard and gave it a small tug so that he’d look up and see how serious I was. We didn’t know who was doing this and why; for all we knew it could be to do with any one of us including my parents. They now had armed guards too, as did Amy and Lucy, so I felt more relaxed knowing that they were safe.

Nodding, he squeezed my hand back and backed away so that Ebru could give me my final instructions. We’d become close since I’d been in the hospital and with the way Cole was staring at her, I had a feeling we’d become even closer.

“Right, so use the liners in the shower, don’t get the casts wet, your follow up appointments are on a card with your medications. Ren knows when you’re due the medications so listen to him and for goodness’ sake, take it easy. I’ll see you in two days when I come out to check you over.”

Waving bye with what little strength I had left, I sank back into my chair in relief when the door closed. I was exhausted, and my entire body was in agony.

Ren drove home carefully, and it wasn’t until we took the wrong turning for my place that I realized where we were headed.

“What did you do?”
 

Ren was tapping his hands on the steering wheel as if he was listening to music even though there was none on.
 

“You need round the clock care, so you’re coming to stay at mine for a bit. Also, the shower is easier for you to get into and out of and I had a couple of changes made to help you out. When I’m not there, Cole or Adam will be with you so you’ll never be on your own.”

“You’re not doing this out of some sort of guilt or duty are you?” This had been weighing on my mind.

“Are you insane?” The car swerved slightly as he turned to look at me. “I’m doing this because I want you safe, and I’m doing this because I love you, and you’re injured. So no, I’m not doing this out of guilt or duty.”
 

“I’d reach out and hold your hand while I apologized, but I kinda have this thingy stopping me,” I moved my casted arm slightly in its sling hoping he’d laugh, but all he did was focus on the road ahead. As we pulled up to his house, he quickly shut off the engine and got out to come around to my side.
 
“I’m so sorry, Ren,” I reached out to him with my good hand as he leaned across me to undo the belt. “Please, don’t be mad at me. I didn’t expect any of this and I feel guilty that you have to look after me.”

He turned and moved his face closely to mine. “If it was the other way around, would you look after me?”

“Absolutely, without question.”

“Would you do it out of duty?”

“No,” I whispered, completely getting what he was saying now and feeling even worse.

Most guys would use a situation like this to hammer a point home, but not Ren. He looked me in the eyes, nodded and smiled before leaning down and giving me a soft kiss. “I love you, and no one is ever going to hurt you again. Now let’s get you inside so that you can have a nap.”

Ren

I was so fucking relieved to have her out of the hospital and in the house where I knew she’d be safe. Mace and his guys had installed security throughout all of the houses as well as all over the ranch. For the foreseeable future, we’d also have both undercover and plain clothed security everywhere. Initially, I’d been worried about this because it felt like we were sitting ducks, but then I’d seen the security that had been fitted and had watched the men in action. You would never know that the undercover guys weren’t ranch hands. They blended in seamlessly and appeared to have all of their focus purely on the ranch and the work needing to be done. I also had three new mechanics in the garage picking up the slack from Cole and my absences.

I’d gone to see Francheska early this morning to warn her off ever upsetting Maya again. I didn’t believe that she had the brains and ability to set up what had happened, but even so, I was done with her shit.

She had answered her door like she’d taken part in any orgy or something the night before with the remnants of yesterday's makeup smeared across her face and was wearing a tiny, silky nightie.

“Ren,” she’d squeaked, looking surprised to see me before she stuck her chest out and flashed what she must have thought was a sexy smile. All I saw was the most recent Joker.

“I’m not here for anything other than to tell you to stay the fuck away from Maya. You have no reason to talk to her, and the Restraining Order’s served on you and your cauldron cronies means that you aren’t to be within 50 yards of us. If any of you test those boundaries, I promise you I’ll make sure you serve time. I don’t know why you’ve done what you have, but it stops now.”

“How come you can break the order because that’s what you’re doing right now,” she’d sneered.

“I’ve got permission. Now, say that you understand me so that I can get the fuck away from you.”

“Oh I get you, but if you think it’ll ever stop, you’re wrong!”

“Don’t test me, Francheska,” I’d taken a step toward her, and for a split second, she’d looked scared before a smug smile took over. “I mean it, stay away from all of us.”

It wasn’t until I’d got back to the hospital that I’d thought about the strange way she’d phrased her reply when I’d asked if she understood me. That bitch’s head was all over the place, though, so I wasn’t going to give it more thought than I already had. Maya was my priority and she was being discharged today, and that’s all that mattered.

Focusing back in on Maya, I could see her looking around the house as we walked in and didn’t miss her smile when she saw all of the finished work.
 

“You do good work, My,” Cole said behind me, stealing the words out of my mouth, the shitlord.

“I love my new home,” I interrupted as we made our way towards the staircase. I’d had the option of putting her on the middle floor, but my bedroom now had everything she needed right there. I’d had a bench put into the shower so that she could sit down and we’d had a small fridge placed beside the bed. I also had body bolster pillows on the bed for her to lean her leg and arm on when she wanted to. A physical therapist had come out to see if there was anything else we needed and had dropped off the foam crap that we’d used in the car to put on the chairs. It would make it easier for her to get up apparently once she was a bit more mobile; until then, she had us.

I bypassed the middle floor and took her straight to our bedroom. I’d had the drawer unit filled with just enough of her clothes and crap that she’d think it was temporary, but the rest of her stuff was already in the closet. I’d even had a cupboard installed with the bedding and towels that Tony told me were her favorite so that she had all of her home comforts to hand.

“Oh my god,” she said as we entered the bedroom and she saw the finishes that she’d missed while she was in the hospital. “It looks better than I thought. Wait, is that new drawers? That’s my bedding,” nothing got past this one.

“Yes, it is. I wanted you comfortable. Now, we’re a little ways off your next pain killers so Mom is bringing up something for you to eat so that you can take them. I’m going to choose something on Netflix so that we can vegetate until you fall asleep.”
 

I knew that me holding her was hurting her, so I’d been anxious to get her to the bed, but now that I was there I worried that putting her down would hurt her too. I had no other option, though, so I gently placed her down and supported her back until she was leaning against the pile of feather pillows that Mom had bought for her.

“I’m fine, Ren,” she giggled as I adjusted the pillows slightly and then moved the body pillows on either side of her.
 

“I’m worried you’ll roll off the bed and hurt yourself.” Maybe I should have bought those toddler rails on either side of it?

Hearing Maya burst out laughing as she held her side and gasped distracted me from my thoughts. “I’m not a baby, just slightly broken for a couple of weeks. I haven’t rolled off a bed since I was like a year old.”

“Yeah, but you haven’t had half your body in a cast before so how do you know you won’t do it now?” I knew I sounded like a paranoid parent, but I think I had a fair point.

Nodding her head towards the two body bolsters between her and the side of the bed, she grinned at me. “Well, I’m not going anywhere now, am I?”

“Lunchtime kids!” Mom called walking into the room with a tray filled with sandwiches and this soup that Maya liked. I dunno what it was called, but the one time I’d had it I had enjoyed it until I got a mouthful of green shit that she’d then told me was seaweed. That seaweed was still in the bushes at the back of Cole’s house where I’d spat them out while we sat on his porch. Why would anyone eat that shit?

Thanking Mom and setting up Maya’s medication beside her on the side table, I got onto the bed and started eating a sandwich while we flicked through Netflix. After negotiations on both sides, we settled on watching The Fast and the Furious 5, which I was happy about because I got to look at the cars and add them to my list of must-haves.

“Damn, he was amazing,” she said beside me pulling me away from the engines, horsepower, finishes and other car stuff that was going through my head.
 

“Who?”

“The God of Life himself - Paul Walker,” her eyes never left the screen as she said this with an undercurrent of ‘duh’ making me frown. Who watches this movie and doesn’t see the cars and odd hot chick? “In fact, I think Brett looks kinda like him,” she’d tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. Suddenly all I wanted to do was go and punch Brett for looking like ‘the God of Life himself’.
 

“Nah, Brett looks more like that guy in the back there,” I indicated a passerby who looked like they weighed one hundred and ten pounds wet.

“That’s a woman,” Maya said giggling as she sipped at the nasty soup that Mom had put in a large cup for her.

“Exactly! Now sit back and watch the movie.”

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Maya was out cold after taking her pain medications. Ebru had said that the painkillers affected the appetite, so we were to get her to eat little and often. I needed to come up with a plan for that because she’d only had half of her watery seaweed soup.

Making my way downstairs with the dishes, I heard my family sitting in my lounge watching a game on TV.

“No, you stupid bastard, go left go left,” Cole shouted as Mom told him off for his language. She claims she and Dad spent a small fortune on our education, and we’d come out with the biggest range of swear words she’d ever heard. Personally, I thought that our ability to conjugate all swear words and use them appropriately was pretty impressive, but it wasn’t the doctorate that she’d hoped we’d get.

“Hey, nut licker - keep the noise down, My’s asleep,” I said taking the tray into the kitchen. Again I’ll admit Maya had done an outstanding job on it; it had all of the mod cons that you could think of and was more luxury than merely functional. Too bad I couldn’t cook anything that didn’t go on a grill. Putting our dishes into the dishwasher after cleaning out all of the green shit from Maya’s cup and trying not to gag, I washed up and went through to the lounge.

“A word,” Brett stood and nodded towards the door making my heart sink at the expression on his face. His security led us out with Dad and Cole at my back, nosy shit.

“We don’t think the attack on Maya and myself are linked,” Brett began, leaning his back carefully against the railing as he faced us.
 

“So, it was just an accident?” Cole asked moving closer towards one of the security guards and discreetly sized himself up against him. Obviously deciding that he could take him, he gave a nod and crossed his arms across his chest with a smug smile on his face.

“No,” one of the guys walked forward and shook his head. “It definitely wasn’t an accident. Brett’s SUV has cameras fitted on the front and back and the driver clearly pursued then engaged. What amount of damage he intended to inflict, we are unsure. However, given the location we can only assume that the aim was to inflict maximum damage.”

“This is Jake Coleman,” Brett said as Cole snorted beside us.

“Cool name fella, I like it,” the twunt said walking forward with his hand out.

“Why?” Jake said in his deep monotone voice, shaking Cole’s hand. None of us missed the wince that Cole gave during it.

“Cole,” he said pointing at himself, “and Coleman,” he looked at Jake, finally freeing his hand from the vice that Jake had apparently had it in.