Marked Men: Rome Part 21

I didn't remember much of anything after I hit the ground, all of Rome's weight and bulk pressing me into the hard asphalt. One second I had been sitting in the car trying to figure out how to talk my way out of this mess and try to fix everything, and the next I was wide-awake in the middle of one of Rome's nightmares.

I had sent the text letting him know I was outside the bar, and then I waited while I held my breath for him to answer me back. My big mouth had hurt the one person I never wanted to cause pain, and I needed to fix it. It didn't matter if he ignored me. I would march right in that bar and make him talk to me. As it turned out, I was getting all worked up for no reason because it only took a minute until his unmistakable silhouette came out the door and he was making his way toward where I had parked. I was nervous, but more than that, I was filled with regret. I never should have held on to what Jimmy had done to me and used it as an excuse to keep my heart insulated from all the wonderful things Rome was trying to fill it up with.

I only made it past the hood of the Cooper when there was a sudden roar that sounded like it was right behind me. I went to turn my head to see what it was because it was so loud, but before I got my neck cranked all the way around, I was bulldozed to the ground and deafened by the repeated pop-pop that sounded like extra-loud fireworks. I hit the ground with a grunt and clung to Rome, because those blue eyes were huge in his face and a typhoon of panic and fear was working its way across the shimmering surface.

"Rome?" I said his name because he wasn't moving and something warm and wet was seeping into his T-shirt where I was gripping it in my hands.

His mouth moved. He said my name on a gasp but no sound came out. Something coppery-smelling and hot landed on my cheek as it leaked out of his neck and splatted on my face. His eyes flickered like a flame going out, and the next thing I knew I was trapped completely under him as all his strength fled. His blood was covering both of us and starting to pool on the ground beneath us. I couldn't get to my phone, couldn't move, because even when he was unconscious, even when he was furious at me and hurt by my selfish and thoughtless words, he was still trying to keep me and our baby safe.

"Rome!" This time I screamed it and clutched at him. "You have to open your eyes. Come on, big guy."

I was screaming his name over and over but he wouldn't move, wouldn't react. I'm sure we were only there for a minute, but it felt like an eternity until Asa's blond head appeared over Rome's p.r.o.ne form and he told me he had called the police and an ambulance was on the way. It took three of the regulars to move him off of me, in part because I refused to let him go. I was crying and had so much of his blood on my hands it made it hard for me to hold on to him as the regulars from the bar worked to separate us and put pressure on the gaping wounds that were spilling his life out onto the ground.

I think Asa put an arm around my quaking shoulders and tried to tell me everything would be all right, but I knew that was a lie. Through the tears and Rome's blood smeared all across my face, I could see that his eyes were still closed and that his ma.s.sive chest wasn't moving up and down. He was going to die right in front of my eyes, and I was never going to get the chance to tell him that I loved him. I absolutely couldn't let that happen.

I broke free of Asa's grasp and ran to where people were trying desperately to stop him from bleeding. The entire side of his neck looked like raw hamburger, flayed open and gushing vital red onto the ground. I fell on my knees, not caring that the asphalt ripped my skin open, and put my hands on his cheeks.

"Rome, please open your eyes, please. I love you so much. I need you. Please, big guy." I was sobbing and I doubted the words made any sense. Somewhere in the distance I finally heard the sounds of sirens screaming toward us. The ambulance was too far away to do him any good.

"I love you, I love you, I love you." I just told him over and over again, trying to will him to breathe. Because it was true. Being scared of handing over my heart to him because I wasn't sure what he would do with it had nothing on the choking fear that I would never get to tell him how I felt because he wasn't going to make it. He had always been a hero, and right now I almost hated him as much as I loved him. If he hadn't been so perfect, so honorable, so devoted to me and his child, he wouldn't be lying in a puddle of blood. It was just wrong on so many different levels.

"Please don't break my heart, Rome. I can't do this without you." Somewhere along the line, police and the ambulance crew arrived, and again I had hands trying to pull me away from him. I bent down and put my mouth to his. I cried even harder when I felt how cold his lips were.

I kissed him, tasting the salt of my tears and the iron burn of his blood, and whispered that I loved him again and again. I had to succ.u.mb to the impatient hands of the female paramedic that pulled me away from him. I couldn't take my eyes off his deathly-still face and his unmoving chest.

"We got him, honey."

I shot my gaze to hers. "He has to be okay."

"We'll do everything in our power to make that possible. The blond hottie said you're pregnant and that you might be hurt. We need you to get checked out."

I shook my head vehemently. "No. Just worry about him."

The medic opened her mouth to argue, when there was suddenly a gasp and Rome's bright blue eyes shot open only to flutter immediately closed again.

"Cora ..." My name was just a whisper of sound, but it was enough to have me screaming his name again and to have everyone moving twice as fast as they had before. The paramedics had him on a stretcher and in the back of the ambulance in no time flat.

They didn't say a word when I scrambled in after them. I wasn't going to let him out of my sight until I knew for sure he was going to be okay. There was just so much blood and it wouldn't stop flowing out of the holes that decorated his entire right side.

The female paramedic was all business as she went about hooking an IV into him and started to cut his clothes off so that she could work on getting all that blood to stop pouring out of him. She kept talking to him, telling him over and over that he had to fight, that he couldn't leave me and the baby. She was rattling off info about the shooter and the bikers, but all of it was a dull buzz. I just wanted him to open his eyes and look at me. She told me to hold his hand, to let him know I was there. Once again the thing I was best at, talking, using words, had fled. All I could do was stare at him and cry. He was my entire world, he was everything I ever wanted, and it was going to turn my heart to stone if I didn't get the opportunity to tell him that.

Suddenly the paramedic swore and started moving around frantically. Her sharp tone cut through my haze of despair. She told me I had better convince Rome to stay with us because my stubborn soldier wasn't listening to her. I squeezed his hand, leaned over him and kissed that scar on his forehead. I told him everything, begged him to open his eyes. I told him that he had done his job and fought for me and the baby; now it was time to fight for himself. I would pull him back from the brink of death over and over again if that was what it took to keep him with me. I didn't think it was doing any good, but when the ambulance rolled to a stop outside the hospital, I saw his eyes flutter open again. He didn't look good and it didn't take a medical professional to see that he had lost way too much blood, but those eyes were bright and looking right at me, so I made sure that if it was the last time he saw me, the last thing I ever got to say to him, I would make it matter. There was no way Rome Archer was going to fade away again without me telling him I loved him and needed him.

CHAPTER 18.

Rome

"There's those pretty baby blues. Keep fighting, big man, we're almost to the hospital."

I didn't recognize the voice or the girl who spoke them. She was hovering over my head and I was having a hard time tracking her. I hurt all over and I couldn't breathe. I was trying to suck air in and out but it didn't seem to be working. I vaguely heard the sirens overhead blaring and the radio in the ambulance squawking. I couldn't feel anything other than the hot blaze of pain from the top of my head to wherever my toes were.

"You have some pretty powerful friends. The guy that pulled the trigger already got picked up. I guess he was so scared of what the Sons of Sorrow would do when they found out he shot you, he took his happy a.s.s to the station and turned himself in. Idiot. I guess he doesn't know how many Sons are doing time."

She prattled on and on while moving all around me. I didn't care about the guy that shot me, I cared about Cora. I didn't know if one of the bullets had gone through me and hit her, didn't know how hard I had taken her to the ground, didn't know if the baby was okay ... The thoughts ran around and around and I couldn't hold on to any of it anymore. The pain was too much. I couldn't get any air and I was tired. So tired, and I felt some of the fire licking across my skin start to dull.

"Hey now, soldier, none of that." The girl's voice rose and slapped across me. I thought I heard another sound, a whimper or something that sounded like a wounded animal, but I couldn't turn my head or even move my eyes to track the noise. They wouldn't even open when I commanded them to. Something clamped on my hands and squeezed. I was surprised I could feel it amid the living fire that was scorching me up from the inside out.

"You didn't make it all the way home to have some punk take you out. You need to fight. You got too much riding on coming out of this battle a winner. Fight."

This chick was good at her job. Had I not been on the brink of death, I would have admired her a lot more. I didn't know how she knew what I had to lose-my girl, my baby, a future and a family that I was finally, at the worst possible time, starting to understand that I deserved. It was all beyond worth fighting for, but I was so tired and I needed air. It was so much easier to just close my eyes and let the pain and fire take me.

"s.h.i.t, he's crashing." The stranger's voice rose and everything around me started to fade away once again. I could hear Remy screaming at me to stop being an idiot, could hear my heart starting to slow down, and felt the pain start to drag me under and the fire shift from hot to freezing cold. "Honey, you better convince your man to stay with us, because he isn't listening to me."

Something jabbed into my side and into my arm and the stranger's voice vanished to be replaced with the one I think I had been searching for all along.

"Rome." She sounded like she was crying but I couldn't pry my eyes open to look at her. "Come on, Captain No-Fun, I need you to look at me." She sounded so sad, so scared, and it p.i.s.sed me off there was nothing I could do to make her feel any better. I wanted to look at her, but it was hard. My eyes were so heavy. I felt soft hands stroke along my jaw, across my forehead and trace the scar that was there. "I can't tell you thank you for saving my life while you aren't looking at me, big guy. You saved us, me and the baby. Now I need you to save yourself. Come on, Rome, you can't leave us now. You need to wake up so I can tell you how much I love you."

I never wanted to leave her, not even when I was mad at her and acting like an idiot. I wanted to apologize for flying off the handle like a hothead, wanted to make sure that if I didn't make it, my last words to her were words of love, words that expressed how important she had been in bringing me back to myself. I wanted her to know that I thought she was as close to perfect as I was ever going to get. I just couldn't do it. My eyes wouldn't open. My limbs wouldn't work and I still needed air and felt like I was in a vacuum where there was none.

Something wet and warm slid across my face. I thought it was just more blood, but then it dripped more, slow and steady, and I heard Cora's soft sob. I didn't want her to be sad about anything. I wanted her to be happy and safe, to know that I loved her. It took every ounce of strength I had left, every morsel of fight I possessed, to pry my eyes open to look at her, and when I did the pain slammed back into me full force, enough to make me gasp and to have moisture flooding my eyes. I had never felt anything like this. I was turned inside out and losing my grasp on reality fast. I was sinking in pain and suffocating on lack of air.

Her eyes were liquid blue and brown. She was crying and her blond hair was stained pink with what had to be my blood. She was pale as a ghost and her hands were shaking where she was touching my face. Our gazes locked and her mouth broke into a trembling grin.

"Please be okay. You have to be okay. I love you so much, Rome." She was pleading with me but there was nothing I could do to rea.s.sure her.

The movement of the ambulance stopped and the strange voice was back.

"We're here. We gotta get him into surgery."

I wanted to scream when Cora's unusual eyes were replaced with the stranger's. I was moving but I wanted my girl. The sky flashed overhead for a brief second and then all I could see was white ceiling tiles and industrial lights, what I didn't see anymore was Cora and she was all I wanted.

"I thought I told you to stop messing around with angry bikers." The pretty nurse with the gray eyes was now hovering over my bedside. She was more familiar but she still wasn't who I wanted. "They're ready for him in the OR; just take him back. We need to prep and get him under like yesterday."

I wanted to scream that I needed my girl, that she had to know I was going to be okay, but I was poked and prodded some more and then there was no more fire, no more ice, there was just darkness, and I was gone.

"Rome Archer, if you don't wake up right this second so I can tell you that I love you, I swear I'm going to name this baby something ridiculous like Daffodil or Rover and I'm going to let your brother be in charge of haircuts until he or she is old enough to complain."

I could breathe again. It hurt, I mean really, really hurt, but my lungs seemed to be inflating and deflating on their own. I cracked an eye open and immediately wished I hadn't because the light behind Cora's head made me nauseous. I tried to say something back to her but there was something shoved in my mouth, so all I could do was look up at her and blink. She was really just a colorful blur against a bunch of stuff shifting in and out of focus.

She was still crying, or maybe crying again, but I was pretty sure she had told me that she loved me, so it didn't matter. I felt her hand on mine and then the redheaded nurse was next to her checking out the machine that was beeping somewhere over my head.

"There he is. You have more lives than a cat, Mr. Archer. You sure are one lucky guy. Not a lot of people could lose that much blood and still be with us. I told your girlfriend to go buy as many lottery tickets as she could."

I sure was lucky, but it didn't have anything to do with getting shot and surviving. It had everything to do with the woman holding on to my hand and looking at me like I was some kind of miracle. The nurse turned to Cora and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Honey, he's awake. You need to go take care of yourself and that baby. This is a huge hurdle crossed. We can't take him off the ventilator until we know that lung is stable, so he won't be able to talk to you for a while still. Go home. Take a nap. He's in good hands. Plus there is a waiting room full of people out there waiting to see him. He won't be alone. I promise you."

I saw Cora blink. She looked awful ... well, she looked wonderful and she had said she loved me. Even if it was just the painkillers I was sure they were pumping into me that made me think she said it, it was good enough. She smiled at the pretty nurse and bent over to kiss my temple.

"But he's mine." Her voice broke and I managed just barely to move my fingers under her death grip.

The nurse offered up a very kind smile. She really was a stunningly pretty girl and her genuine kindness just seemed to pour out of those soft gray eyes. When Cora mumbled her name in aggravation, I thought that Saint really was a fitting name for her. She seemed blessed with infinite patience.

"I know, sweetheart, but you aren't doing him or your baby any favors by not taking care of yourself. It's been a couple days, hon. This is all good news, trust me. He didn't save your life just to have you pa.s.s out on us and end up in a bed next to his. Trust me. It's not every woman who can actually say her man took a bullet for her." There was a strain of envy in the nurse's tone. "You're just as lucky as he is. Now go take a breather. I got your fella."

I couldn't agree or disagree, but then Cora was hanging over my face and all I could see was her different-colored eyes. The turquoise one was glowing so bright I could see her heart in it, the brown one was all velvety and warm and I could see my future plain as day. She leaned over and kissed me on the plastic machine helping me breathe in and out. I think that made me jealous of some kind of medical machinery. She brushed a thumb over my eyebrow and smiled at me. Remy was right: actions were important. I needed to pay closer attention.

"I was so mad that you kept getting the last word in every argument we seem to have, but this-good Lord, Rome, this is an extreme way to win a fight." I would have laughed if I was capable of it. "I love you. I need you to know that. Please know that. What I said to Jimmy ... it was stupid and thoughtless. I was acting as dumb as he was. I've loved you from the beginning; I was just too cowardly to admit it. You're my family, my everything, Rome, you have to know that."

Her voice dropped an octave and tears flooded her eyes again. All I could do was blink up at her. I knew it before she said it. I was just being a typical stubborn and blind guy. She kissed me on the forehead again and disappeared after telling me she would be back as soon as she could. She must have been exhausted because my girl didn't acquiesce that easily.

The nurse was back. She was taking my vitals and writing things down in my chart. She looked down at me and smiled.

"That is one fireball of a girlfriend you got there. The OR team was drawing straws to see who would go out and update her and your family. I think she actually had them scared."

Sounded like my girl.

"One bullet in the neck that magically misses your carotid artery, another one that shattered a rib and deflated your lung, and lastly one that lodged in your thigh just millimeters from your femoral artery ... you look like Swiss cheese, but you are so incredibly fortunate to be alive."

She put the chart down on the end of the bed and crossed her arms over her chest. She lifted a russet-colored brow at me.

"When you make it through something like this, you can't squander the second chance away. I hope you know that. If you're up to it, I'll send the rest of your fan club in one at a time."

I wasn't up to it and didn't make it past my mom and dad coming in and alternately crying and swearing at me for five minutes. My eyes were too heavy and there was too much blood loss and pain meds in my system for me to power through, and I was once again dragged into oblivion. The next time I managed to pry my eyelids open, it had to be late into the next night. The lights were off and the only sound I heard was the steady beep, beep of the machines checking my heart rate. The ventilator was gone, but I still had tubes sticking all over the place and moving any part of my body besides my eyes wasn't something I was excited about.

"'Bout time you woke up, a.s.shole. I've been waiting for a week to tell you how f.u.c.king p.i.s.sed I am at you."

Rule did indeed sound seriously p.i.s.sed, but he also sounded hoa.r.s.e and all kinds of torn up. I wasn't sure why he was in the room when it was so late, but my brother had never been one to let other people's rules dictate his actions.

"I understand why you did it, Rome. I get that you couldn't let anything bad happen to Cora or to the baby, but for the love of G.o.d, did you stop and think what would happen to me if I had to bury another brother?" His voice cracked and I wanted more than anything to tell him I was sorry, to offer him some kind of comfort, but all I could do was blink rapidly at him. "I swear, when you are back on your feet I'm kicking your a.s.s and you're going to let me."

I would have laughed if I didn't think it would turn me inside out.

"It took both Shaw and Ayden to get Cora to go to the house and clean up. You should have seen her. She had more of your blood on her than you had in you. She had everyone worried she was going to run herself into the ground. None of the nurses would come anywhere near her, and if you had died-" He had to clear his throat. "If you hadn't made it, Rome, I don't know that she would've either; she was a mess. She was forcing her will for you to pull through so hard I think we all knew there was no way you wouldn't make it. It's a good thing you're a fighter, brother. I wouldn't want a p.i.s.sed-off, pregnant girlfriend haunting me for all of eternity."

That was all nice to hear but none of it touched the fact that she loved me. Rule got up and hovered over the edge of the bed. Those pale eyes were rimmed in red and he had more than a couple days' growth of stubble covering his jaw. He looked awful. I wanted to tell him I saw Remy, that I understood it all now, but I still couldn't make my mouth and tongue work. He nodded a little and rapped the knuckles that had his name inked on them against mine.

"Thank you for not dying, big brother."

It was entirely my pleasure but he was going to have to wait until I had a little bit more get-up-and-go to tell him that.

He talked to me for another hour even though I couldn't respond to him. He told me that Brite had showed up as soon as they rushed me into surgery. Apparently Cora had lit into him the second she saw him. My girl was mad that the shooter was in the safe arms of the law. The bloodthirsty little minx was all for brutal biker payback, but Brite had talked her down. He had also pulled Rule aside and a.s.sured him that, prison or no prison, the little punk would get his due. Torch and the boys would make sure of it. Rule was p.i.s.sed enough and just unhinged enough to approve of this eye-for-an-eye method of payback, I was just glad the threat was gone. I didn't mind taking a bullet for my girl, but if I had nine lives, I was down to the last one after this stunt.

He told me that Shaw had been working night and day to keep my mom from going off the deep end. Me getting shot had almost undone all the good that had happened with her since she started therapy. All the guys were taking turns keeping an eye on me, or rather keeping an eye on Cora so she didn't overdo it. She didn't want to go home, but they were making her now that I was out of the woods for sure. He told me that she had yanked Nash's nose ring, pulled Rowdy's hair and socked him in the gut, when they tried to make her leave before she was ready. It was funny, but it also made me happy to hear.

He talked to me until I fell back asleep, and when I woke back up, a doctor was buzzing around me asking me a million questions that I could only slightly shake my head or tilt my chin down to agree or disagree with. The consensus was that I was the luckiest b.a.s.t.a.r.d in the world and it was a miracle of fate that I was still here. The pretty nurse popped back in a couple of times and I was poked and prodded more than I ever wanted to be again in my life when Cora appeared like a punk-rock angel. I wanted to talk to her, but every time I tried, I broke off into a fit of coughing that made my injured lung feel like it was full of razor blades and barbed wire. I couldn't even tell her that I would take a million bullets for her if it made her look at me the way she was looking at me now. She fed me slivers of ice and kept touching any part of me she could reach over the rails of the bed. It made me feel better than whatever the redhead was putting in my IV bag. I had a lot I wanted to say, but in the interim I just kept writing down that I was okay, that we were okay, on the tablet of paper we had resorted to for short conversations.

After lunchtime, Shaw and Ayden both showed up and tried to hara.s.s her to go and get something to eat, which she flatly refused to do. They were forced to call in reinforcements, and before I knew it, my hospital room was full of people. Rule and Nash walked in together, followed shortly after by Rowdy and Jet. It took about fifteen minutes more for my folks to show up and ten more for Brite and Asa to make an appearance. It was crowded, but everyone was just so overwhelmingly grateful that even though I couldn't talk or interact, I was awake and aware ... it was palpable in the antiseptic-scented air. It was almost like a celebration; only I was one big party p.o.o.per.

Cora curled her hand around mine and dropped her head down so that our foreheads were touching. Her eyes were right above mine and any question I had about what or what might not be in my future was answered right there. I would look into those eyes every day and know that any decision I made to make her happy, to keep her safe, would be worth any kind of sacrifice or suffering I might endure on the back end.

The chatter in the room was loud and I thought it was strange that the nurse made herself scarce once again when she caught sight of Nash. Maybe she didn't like the flames on his head; they did make him look intimidating, but it didn't justify the way she flat-out bolted when he told her a simple h.e.l.lo. If I could get my face to work, I would've asked her about it after everyone cleared out for the night.

"Everyone that matters in one place." I looked up at my brother as he leaned over the other side of the hospital bed and looked down at me. I gave a slight nod and something flashed in his eyes. Oh, s.h.i.t, I totally knew what he meant by that. He walked the few steps across the room to where Shaw was standing between Ayden and my mom and got to his knees in front of her. The entire room that had been full of talking and laughing went silent.

Shaw put a shaking hand to her mouth and I heard my mom gasp.

"I don't have a ring. I don't have a pretty speech prepared. All I know is that I love you more than life itself and I want every single person in this room to know that I want you forever, Shaw Landon. I love you. Marry me." Typical Rule: he didn't ask, he just told her. "Be an Archer. Be mine."

Crystal tears worked out of Shaw's glimmering green eyes and she almost looked like she was going to fall over from shock. Everyone held their breath because Shaw still hadn't given Rule an answer. She was just staring at him and then she screamed so loud that a couple of the nurses poked their heads in the room. She was crying and laughing so hard she looked a little crazy. She would have to be, to be stuck with my brother for the rest of eternity.

She launched herself at him so hard that they tipped over and Rule ended up on his back with her holding him in a choke hold. A collective "awww" went up as she started to kiss him all over his startled face. There was no doubt she wanted to be his wife as much as he wanted her to be.

"I'm always yours, Rule. I will so totally marry you and it would make me happier than anything in the entire world to be an Archer. I don't need a ring or a speech. All I ever need is you."

I squeezed Cora's hand as everyone cheered again as Rule kissed Shaw like they were alone and not on the hospital floor surrounded by family and friends. Like everything I was learning, it was just perfectly imperfect. Cora looked back down at me and dropped a kiss on my forehead as everyone else rushed to congratulate my brother and his new fiancee. I was happy for him, proud of him. He had made the right choice and had picked the right girl.

"I don't care where we live, Rome. I just want to be where you are. I was trying so hard to make choices that kept me from getting hurt again ... it was weak and caused unnecessary grief between us. I've been chasing my idea of perfect for so long I didn't know what to do when it was right in front of me. You were right, you are perfect for me because I'm just as imperfect as you are, but with you, it's all just flawless. I thought I was terrified of what would happen if I gave you my love and you decided you didn't want it anymore. That's got nothing on watching all the life flood out of those beautiful blue eyes. I thought I lost you for real, big guy, and my heart stopped. It wasn't broken, it wasn't hurt, and it flat-out stopped working because I thought I was going to have to go on without you. I love you, Rome. I'm not scared of letting you have all of it anymore. I'll give you everything and then some more. I'll give you everything I have, big guy."

That was all I wanted to hear. Too bad I still was all messed up and couldn't tell her any of that awesome mushy stuff back. She had already given more than I could ask for. She gave me myself back, she was giving me a baby, she gave me herself, and that was all I really needed. Just like Remy said, just like she had told me all those months ago, she was just going to have to know it. Just like I would know it from here on out.

CHAPTER 19.

Cora