She stared down at his hands to find his knuckles were cut. Reaching out to grab his hand, she stared at the damage. “What did you do?”
“You’re not going to be able to sleep with him again.”
“I don’t care about that.” She led him up toward the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit beneath the sink. Melissa wasn’t any expert but a few cuts she could clean up. Making Pea sit on the toilet seat, she got to work, cleaning away his cuts. “Are we safe?”
“Yeah, we’re safe. Saint handled it, and I delivered a personal message.”
“Will he try to hurt you?”
“Mel, baby, you need to learn that I can take care of myself, and if I can’t do it, the club will, okay?”
Hurt by his words, she tried to focus on cleaning his wounds. She thought about her sister. Rage would never dream of telling Penny not to take care of him.
Pea sighed and cupped her chin. He forced her to look at him, and she couldn’t pull away. “That’s not what I meant, baby. Fuck, this is not—ugh, you don’t need to worry about me, or about the club. That fucker hurt you, and I wasn’t there to protect you. Do you want a divorce?”
“What? No.”
“Okay, I just wanted it out there.”
She finished repairing the damage he’d made to his fingers. Part way through she knelt down to finish the job. He pressed his head against hers, and sighed. “We’re a fucked up pair, aren’t we?”
“Yeah, we are,” she said, agreeing with him.
“No one will hurt you, Mel. You’re mine, never forget that.”