Fallen Angels MC, 5
Spider wakes up in a hospital bed missing more than time. With his left foot gone, the life he knew is over … and the future feels like a locked door.
Then Jordon Keene walks into his room with her father—sharp-eyed, stubborn, and impossible to ignore.
What starts as awkward conversation turns into something Spider never saw coming: hope, heat, and the kind of connection that makes a man want to fight his way back.
But Jordon isn’t just a distraction—she’s a challenge. And when Spider realizes he’s fallen hard, he wants more than a moment … he wants her in his world, meeting his brothers, stepping into the life he still isn’t sure he deserves.
Wrecked doesn’t mean finished. Sometimes it just means the real story is about to start.
Excerpt:
The next time Spider woke, Fletch sat next to his bed while Delilah lay curled in the window seat where Fletch had been before, Hawkeye in a chair not far from his girl. He didn’t say anything but scanned the room and wondered how long he would have to be there. How long this accident would mess with the lives of all the Angels. He reached for the remote, wanting to sit up a little more. The movement must have caught Fletch’s attention because he stood and set one hand on Spider’s shoulder.
“How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?”
“I want to sit up more,” Spider said, his dry throat making his voice rough. He reached toward the table extended over the foot of the bed, then winced as something in his chest sent a sharp pain through his entire torso. He grimaced and let his head fall back against the mattress.
“Tell me when,” Fletch said, hitting the button to lift the head of the bed.
“When,” Spider said when the pain increased. He wasn’t upright but he was closer, and right now, that mattered. It gave him a better view of what was going on around him, at least. “How long was I out?”
“A couple hours.”
“Did I miss the doctor? I want someone to tell me all of it.” The stiff foam collar was still on his neck, so if he had, they hadn’t removed it. Maybe they’d been waiting until he woke?
“No, he usually makes rounds sometime in the next hour or so.”
“Tell me what you know.” Spider trusted all of the Angels, or he wouldn’t be one of them, but Fletch was his closest friend, both in the club and out of it.
“Are you sure? It’s a lot. Stop me when it gets to be too much.”
“Just tell me.” Spider scowled at Fletch, wondering why his friend was so reluctant to tell him.
“Lots of cuts and bruises, a couple broken ribs. Complex fracture of your left tibia.” Fletch swallowed and looked away. Spider could tell there was more, something his friend didn’t want to tell him.
“What else?”
“There was a brain bleed. It resolved itself in a couple of days, but because of the brain bleed they didn’t want to take you into surgery. They also wanted to wait for some of the swelling in your leg to subside before they tried to fix it. The blood thinners needed for the surgery would have made the brain bleed worse. They did what they could for your leg, but by the time they were able to get in to try and fix the break, it had become infected.”
Spider watched his friend’s face. The way Fletch paused and looked away told him whatever was coming next, it wouldn’t be good.
“The surgeons did everything they could, but they couldn’t save the leg.”
No. that couldn’t be right. Spider wiggled the toes on both feet—he could still feel them both. Still not believing Fletch, though not seeing why his buddy would lie, Spider tried to look down at his legs. He shoved at the table extending over his bed, ignoring the sharp pains shooting through his torso.
Fletch must have realized what he was doing because he moved the table down to the end of the bed, then reached for the blanket that came up to mid chest on Spider.
“Are you sure you’re ready to see? You’re all bandaged up right now, but I’ll help if you want.”
“I need to see.” Spider’s chest was tight. He had a hard time getting enough air. He didn’t know if it was the broken ribs or something else and, in the moment, he didn’t care.
Fletch took the edge of the blanket and folded it back, until the bandaged end of Spider’s left leg had been revealed. He laid the blanket he’d just peeled back onto the end of the bed and moved back up to Spider’s side.
Spider winced and reached for the button to lift his head a bit more. He needed to see and with the fucking collar on, he could barely look down at his lap. He clenched his teeth and ignored the throbbing in his chest as the bed moved him more upright. When he could see better, he stopped the bed and stared at his legs, or what was left of them.
Something was off about his right leg.
“What’s that?” he said through clenched teeth. As he waved one hand toward his foot.
“Oh, sorry. Broken tibia. They said you were pinned between vehicles.” Fletch’s voice sounded as if just the idea of it caused him pain. Spider didn’t look up. Instead, he stared at the bandages where the rest of his left leg used to be. His mouth went dry. He pulled his upper lip between his teeth and bit down as he tried to keep from thinking about what this would mean.
He would never ride a bike again. How could he? That was the foot you shifted with. Without his left foot, he could never get out of first gear.
“They said there are really good prosthetics now. You’ll need to heal first, but they said they’ll get you set up with one as soon as possible.”
Spider nodded, hearing his friend but still staring at his leg. He reached for the blanket to cover his legs back up. Healing and getting out of here was first. He would deal with the rest later.
