Breaking The Biker (The Biker Series)(9)

By: Cassie Alexandra



“Hi, Sal,” I said, noticing how pasty his skin looked. “You feel okay?”

“Oh, I’m fine.”

“You look a little peaked. You’re not running a temperature or anything, are you?” I asked, putting my hand to his forehead.

“I told you I’m fine,” he said, shooing my hand away.

“Okay,” I said, frowning. “You really should take better care of yourself, you know. Have you been drinking those bottled smoothies still?”

He rolled his eyes. “When I get a chance. They’re damn expensive, though.”

“That’s because they’re good for you. You can’t put a price on your health, you know,” I answered. I knew they were pricey, but he was single and could afford it.

“You can when you’ve got a lot of bills to pay,” he muttered. “Anyway, Nurse Betty, do me a favor and stop by my office on your way to the front. I have some things to discuss with you.”

This was a first. He normally didn’t bring anyone back there. It was where he escaped to drink privately. I stared hard at his face and noticed that he was completely sober. This was also a first. “Sure. What’s it about?”

“Just some business stuff.”

“Is it about me being late? I won’t let it happen again.”

“No. I’m not angry about that. This is something else.”

“Okay. I’ll be in in a minute.” I frowned. “What about Marie? She’s going to be pissed if I don’t get out there.”

“Don’t worry about it. I already told Marie we were going to have a discussion when you got here. Her shift isn’t over for another twenty minutes, so as far as I’m concerned, she doesn’t have anything to complain about.”

“Okay.”

He turned around and walked back into his office.

Curious as to what he wanted to talk to me about, I hurried into the back where the lockers were, locked my purse up, and headed to Sal’s office.

“Okay,” I said, sitting down. “What’s up?”

Sal, who was sitting behind his desk, put his hands out in front of him. They were shaking and much worse than usual.

“Jesus,” I said, staring at them. “Have you gotten this checked out yet?”

He put them down. “As a matter of fact, I did. This morning I went and seen my physician.”

I stared at him in disbelief. I’d been harping on him for months to go see a doctor and he’d been giving me crap about it. “What did they say?”

He reached into his desk and pulled out a bottle of vodka. “They took some tests but you and I both know what it’s all about. I’ve been lying to myself for too long, Raina, and the shit is finally catching up to me.”

“It’s your liver,” I said, matter-of-factly.

He removed the cap and took a swig of the bottle. “Yep,” he said, wiping his mouth. “That’s what they think. I’ve known it for a while. Probably going to need a new one, but the hell if I’m going to get in line for one.”

Frustrated, I grabbed the bottle, before he could take another drink. “If it’s your liver, then why are you still drinking?”

“Why shouldn’t I? I’ve got nothing else to live for,” he said evenly.

I sat up straighter, shocked at his attitude. “What in the hell are you talking about? You’ve got me and Cole,” I said angrily. “You also have this bar and all of your customers and friends. They come here because of you and what you’ve created. You can’t give up, Sal. I won’t let you.”

He just stared at me.

Upset, I went on. “Are you even hearing what I’m saying? You’re only fifty-five and that’s too young to throw your life away.”

Finally, he spoke up. “How old are you, Raina? Twenty-five next month, right?”

“Yes, but –”

“You’ve given up and you’re still a young woman with everything ahead of you. Hell, if you don’t think life is worth living, then I may as well keep drinking,” he said, reaching below his desk again. This time, he pulled out a bottle of spiced rum.

“Stop it,” I snapped, trying to grab the other bottle. “This isn’t funny.”

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