“Because I was told to watch and make sure you don’t kill yourself. Of course, at the rate you’re going, I give your liver two more months before it starts rebelling.”
“Good to know,” I said before downing a large gulp of the spicy hot liquid, sighing as it burned its way down my throat. Turning my back to her, I stumbled my way back to the stairs when her voice stopped me. “Drinking isn’t going to bring her back, Savage.”
And that was all it took.
Turning fast, I threw the bottle at her, missing her by a mile.
It shattered against the far wall behind her.
She never flinched.
“If you think you can intimidate me with your tantrum, you better try something else because I’ve dealt with meaner, tougher men than you.”
“Fuck you!”
“No, thank you. I prefer my men sober.”
“Just leave me alone!” I roared as Ari and Remi walked out of the kitchen with Rebekah and Hailey. Roxy was behind them as Sandman brought up the rear.
Mother fucker!
It was all his fault!
If she hadn’t gone to save this fucker, she would still be alive. Instead, she was dead, and he was breathing.
Not for long, though.
Charging the fucker, he pushed past Remi and tackled me to the ground as I shouted, “I fucking hate you! It should have been you!”
A hard punch to my gut had me gasping for air as I rolled onto my stomach, vomiting up the booze I had consumed. I continued to wretch the contents of my stomach as I heard more footsteps approaching. I looked up to see Judge, Sandman, Jake, and several others from various chapters staring at me when I was done.
“Fucking hell, Savage,” Ravage sighed, then added, “Alright boys, get his drunk ass down to the infirmary. Judge, banana bag his ass. Jake, remove all the liquor from the bar and put it away under lock and key. Until Reaper gets back and deals with him, this is a dry club.”
My brothers groaned but did what Ravage ordered.
Unable to stop them, I was dragged downstairs, not too gently as they throw me on one of the gurneys. Trying to get up, Jessica orders, “Hold his ass down.”
“Fuck you!” I slurred as she ignored me, walking over to Judge taking the IV from him. Judge, Trout, Digger, and Murdher held me down as Jessica walked over with the needle. “You stick that in me, and I will fucking beat your ass!”
“I’d like to see you try,” she said, shaking her head as I felt the needle jab into my arm. Cursing everything and everyone, I lay there, unable to move as Judge handed Jessica a yellow bag of fluid. Attaching the IV tube to it, she hung the bag on the stand, then stepped back as Judge inserted a needle into my IV.
“There, that should speed this along. If you boys don’t want to see the mess he’s about to make, I suggest you leave, now.”
I had no idea what he was talking about when my stomach took a nosedive, and before I could even get to my side, I was puking up my insides.
I thought there was no possible way I could feel any worse.
Boy, was I wrong.
So fucking wrong.
Thirty-Two
Player
I was standing in the doorway watching my woman as she gave our son a bath. He was playing with the bubbles as her laughter floated around them.
It was music to my ears.