I couldn’t lay on my side, the pain was less excruciating and more just fucking annoying. Like if you’re going to get shot, you should just take a bullet somewhere it’s going to hurt, but then at least you have a reason to grunt and moan or even fucking cry. This wound was barely in the tissue, and every time I felt a sharp stab or ache, I had to bite my lip so my brothers wouldn’t think I was acting like a little bitch.
Meyah had already made some crude remark tonight about hurting my baby bullet hole because of the way I hissed through my teeth when I sat down. If it hadn’t been that I was then already in a seat, I would have gone after her and spanked her supple, round ass so hard she wouldn’t have been able to sit properly for a fucking week.
Gritting my teeth, I moved onto my back trying my best not to jostle the beautiful sleeping woman beside me. Easing back into the comfort of my bed, finally finding a space where the pain was minimal and I could possibly get some reasonable sleep.
Bang.
My bedroom door flung open.
Meyah screamed.
I instantly reached for my gun while trying to cover her, but Wrench was already talking. “Get up asshole,” he demanded, walking straight toward my bed and yanking the covers back.
“Do you ever knock, fucker?” I demanded, fighting the urge to punch him in the fucking face.
Seriously. Did privacy mean nothing to people in this clubhouse?
Meyah and I are getting our own place as soon as fucking possible.
I could already see it. Lots of space, a handful of kids, close to the clubhouse, my brother and sister living on the same piece of land…
“We’ve got a problem with Romeo.”
My dream instantly disappeared in a puff of smoke, and at the same time, I realized the gun that should have been in my hand, under my pillow, wasn’t there.
Of fucking course, we do.
I rolled over and pressed a kiss to Meyah’s cheek suddenly not caring so much about the pain in my hip.
“Be careful,” she whispered, pulling the blankets in around her tightly, her eyes meeting mine. They screamed, ‘you better fucking come back in one piece ‘cause I don’t know how much more I can take.’
“It’ll be okay,” I promised, pulling back and gathering my clothes.
Wrench waited at the door for me, pulling it closed behind me, as I put on my club cut. “Leo know Meyah isn’t sleeping in the room he assigned her?”
I snorted, trying not to stomp down the staircase. “She’s eighteen.”
“She’s family.”
“She’s mine.”
He chuckled, making me want to fucking punch him as we stepped inside church, and he placed his tablet on the table.
“Where is he?” Optimus asked as he walked in.
It was one in the morning, and the clubhouse was dead. It’d only been a couple of days since the wedding, and we were all keeping our head down, too fucking tired and drained to do much else. Now, though, there were ten brothers gathered in church around Wrench’s tablet, watching a little blinking dot move across town.
“He’s heading for Huntsville. Had a cab pick him up about five minutes ago from the end of the street,” Wrench explained, his eyes holding mine.
I was barely holding my shit together. We offered him protection, put the people we cared about in harm’s way for Romeo. Fuck! Meyah still has nightmares about the sheriff cutting her, and yet, he up and leaves in the middle of the damn night and puts himself in the line of fire.
I threaded my fingers through my hair tugging at it uncomfortably.
“Maybe he’s gone to meet up with some bitch. Lord knows I haven’t seen the guy touch anything with a pussy since he got here, and after how many months in lockup, how has he not lost his shit yet?” Camo ranted on.
The idea was logical, but it wasn’t what was going on here. My brother wasn’t just out on some nightly stroll to find pussy.
“He’s got my gun.”