“Well, yes it did, but you had to do it. That man was going to kill us, and you saved us.”
“It was you, Bethany. You did the right thing with that knife; I couldn’t have planned it better myself.”
“The scariest part of all,” she whispers, meeting my gaze, “is that I liked it. I enjoyed every second of watching you slice that guy’s throat.”
I flick my eyes to my son, and bring them back to hers. “It’s because you knew you were safe by me doing it, that’s all. Don’t worry about nothing, babe.”
She nods, taking a deep breath. “I need to pack.”
“What? Why?”
“Because, we can’t stay here withhimlaying out there in the living room. It’s bad enough that Maverick saw as much as he did. I can’t keep our son here with the house like this.”
“Oh, yeah, I get it. I have a room at the club we can stay at for a few nights until this is all cleaned up.”
“Okay, I can get us a couple days’ worth of clothes.”
“The carpet’s no good though. It’ll have to come out, most likely the whole room. How about wood floors? Unless you have something specific you’d like.”
“You are seriously talking to me about flooring right now?”
“I mean, it’ll have to go. It sucks. I liked that carpet too, but—”
“Oh my God! You’re going over flooring options with me right now!”
“Well, it’s your house, too; I want you to have what you like,” I reason, and she bursts into a fit of giggles. It’s a beautiful sound and makes me grin, even though I don’t know why she’s laughing right now.
“Jesus. Okay, Night. How about we go with a dark walnut color?”
“Walnut? Like a tree or nut you buy from the store?”
“Yes, if you go to a floor or hardware store they should have it, and it’ll look nice with the furniture.”
“Sounds good. You’ll need to drive to the clubhouse.”
“Without you?”
“I’ll be behind you in case anyone else is waiting or tries to follow.”
“Okay, just be careful, please. I don’t know how you can ride like that.” She gestures to my shoulder.
“You gettin’ soft on me, Daydream?”
“Maybe just a little,” she admits and my thumb grazes her cheek. She’s so goddamn stunning, even after all the bullshit she went through today. She shouldn’t have to deal with any club blowback, but she got caught up in it regardless.
“I need to text Vike, and then we need to head out,” I grumble, pulling my phone out. My adrenaline’s pumping too thick right now that the pain in my shoulder hasn’t hit me full force yet. I’m not looking forward to when it does, either.
Me: My crib was infested when I got here.
Viking: Bet. I’ll get my ol’ lady, you should come back.
Me: On our way.
Viking: Be safe
Taking a deep breath, I pull up Chaos next, texting everyone in code.
Me: I need your help with a remodel. Grab Spider and head to my place.