Owning Destiny (Forsaken Sinners MC Series Book 4) Read Online Free Page B

I’ve been trying to move my damn legs since I got here. For a nurse, you’re sure dumb in the head.”
    I take a calming breath because I know he doesn’t mean that. It’s the anger and the disappointment talking, so I let it slide. This time.
    “Try to move your right leg,” I order him, moving my eyes from his face to his leg. Crossing my arms, I wait for him to obey, praying that my eyes weren’t deceiving me moments ago.
    Huffing and mumbling under his breath things that I should probably be glad I can’t hear, Mack does as he’s told.
    At first, I don’t see anything—not even a shake of movement. But it’s when he’s given up and beginning to tell me off again I’m sure I see it. It’s the smallest of movements, but it’s there.
    “Did you see that?” I question, excitement in my voice. This is great news for him!
    He doesn’t answer me, but when I chance a look up at him, I see confusion and even a little bit of wonder on his face. Then determination takes over, and I look back down to his legs, and this time, the movement is bigger.
    “Oh my God, Michael! You did it. You’re moving your leg,” I say, then rush over to take his hand. I don’t know what came over me, but I’m so ecstatic with this new development that I need to be near him, I need to touch him. I need to break him out of the shock he’s in from the realization that he’s moving his leg on his own. The massage sessions have been working, along with the medicine and physical therapy. He’s getting better.
    Moving his head toward me, his stunned silence now broken, he smiles at me. I thought it was because of his progress, but his words confuse me. “Say that again.”
    I don’t understand. He just saw it with his own eyes. But if that’s what it takes for him to fully get it, then I’ll say it a hundred times. “You did it. You moved your leg. This is great news. It shows tha—”
    “No, not that. The other part,” Mack says, interrupting me, leaving me even more confused.
    But then it hits me. It’s not what I told him, it’s what I called him. I used his real name and not his nickname. That has to be what he’s talking about. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Mack. I didn’t even realize I said that,” I say, upset with myself for letting his given name slip past my lips. There is a reason he doesn’t go by that name anymore and I need to respect that. After all, I’d want the same respect, since I don’t like my given name either.
    “Say it again,” he repeats, but there’s something about his tone and the way he’s smiling at me. He doesn’t seem mad like I thought he’d be.
    Sighing, I give in to his wishes. “Michael,” I breathe out quietly, still a little unsure about calling him that even though he pretty much demanded it.
    His smile gets even bigger and I can’t help it when my heartbeat picks up and my own mood soars. When this man smiles, it lights up a whole room to the point you can’t help but smile back.
    “I haven’t been called that in so long I almost forgot that’s my real name. I always hated that name, but hearing you say it…I kind of like it,” he says, squeezing the hand I forgot was still holding his.
    I’m speechless. What do you say to something like that? Um, thanks? You’re welcome?
    Thinking it better to just not say anything at all, I return his smile a little shyly. I still can’t believe I slipped and called him that. At least he’s not mad about it. And now that I think of it, I do like calling him by his real name. It’s different than what everyone else calls him. I like that no one else calls him Michael. Only me. I just hope it stays that way and he doesn’t decide to start having everyone call him that now, even though I have no right to hope for that. He’s not mine and never will be. And I don’t want him to be mine, either. Not now, not ever. He’s a biker. I need to remember that.
    Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door and a woman says, “Knock,