Free Finding Me (The Bad Boy Series) by S.K. Hartley Page A

for the nausea. All of your tests came back clear, no broken bones, just a lot of bruising and swelling. So we will keep you in overnight and we can send you home in the morning. Sound good?" He smiled.  
    "Yes," I answered, not really paying attention to what he had said.  
    "Good, I'll drop by to see you tomorrow. Try and get some rest," he said before writing down some notes and leaving the room.  
    I could feel eyes on me. I looked up through my lashes once more to find Tate standing closer to my bed than before. Low was nowhere to be seen. Where had she gone?  
    "Baby girl, I'm so glad you're okay," he whispered before walking the distance to my bed, pulling me into a hug.   
    "I will be," I whispered softly, running my fingers through my brother’s hair. "Thank you for always being my rock."  
    "I will always be your rock for as long as you need it, baby girl," He pulled back to look me in the eye. "I love you so much, don't ever forget that."  
    "I know."  I smiled meekly.   
    "Fuck me, he really did a number on that beautiful face."  
    My throat constricted, but this time it wasn't to stop the sobs, it was to stop ... my laughter. As I pulled out of Tate's arms I looked towards the door, standing with a huge grin on his face was Ace.  
    "Dude, what the hell?" Tate gritted, turning to Ace and throwing daggers at him with his eyes.  
    "Oh shit, elephant in the room. Got it." He winked, walking into the room and standing next to my bed. "You look sexy as always, Neva."   
    "Ace, how is it possible that you are checking me out when I look like I went a couple of rounds with Mike Tyson?" I smiled. It was nice to see a new face, one that didn't look at me as if I was broken.  
    "Sweetheart, you could be comatose and I would still check you out," he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me. Jesus, did this guy have a filter?  
    "You're fucking disgusting." I laughed. Visions of Ace checking me out when comatose only made me laugh harder.   
    "So they tell me." He winked.   
    Nope, no filter. At all.  
    "Douchebag, leave her alone," Low snapped as she walked back into the room.   
    Low had a cup of coffee in her hand. So that's where she went. That woman can't function without her coffee, especially with so little sleep. Not a good combination.  
    "What, everyone wants a piece of me. Isn't that right, Willow? " Ace taunted. 
    Turning his body towards Low, Ace grinded his hips and moaned. I watched as Low's eyebrows shot right up, clearly stunned. Even I was stunned, no one called her by her full name besides her mom. This could get ugly.  
    The room had fallen completely silent. My eyes darted between Ace and Low. Ace looked completely amused with himself, while Low looked as though she was about to kill.   
    "Not in this fucking lifetime," Low warned, a smile taking over her lips. "Or any other."  
    With that, she took hold of my brother’s arm, gave me a small smile and walked right out of the room, pulling a silent Tate along with her.   
    Well, that was interesting.  
    Turning to Ace, I gave him the what-the-hell face. I had no idea what the hell that was, but judging by Ace's smug smile ... He knew exactly what that was. 
    "What?" Ace laughed. "What'd I do?"  
    He held his hands up defensively. But there was nothing innocent about Ace. From his buzz cut, to his ... choice of piercings. He was an 'alpha male.' A law student by day, an underground fighter by night, no one messed with him in a court room or in the ring.  
    "Oh, I think you know." I yawned.   The events of the past couple of hours were starting to take their toll on my body, I was truly exhausted. 
    "Are you okay, sweetheart?" Ace asked, turning his gaze to me.  The softness in his voice caught me off guard. This was Ace; Ace didn't do soft and sweet. 
    "Is the famous Ace Turner trying to be sweet?" I smiled, avoiding his question.  My eyes were becoming heavier with every passing second. It was taking every ounce of