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The pain of being shot and then belted around the head paled compared to the dagger that dragged through my chest while listening to Amy. I’d laid here stewing for an hour, and I hoped Loch had skinned Niko’s balls while he tortured him.
Amy burrowed closer in her sleep. I shifted, and agony shot through my shoulder. The local had worn off, and it was throbbing like a bitch. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I replied to the text. The next moment, Loch slid into the room.
“I brought you some painkillers. Before you protest, I’ll leave them on the side, and we’ll both pretend you didn’t take them.”
“Feck off and pop some out. I’ll take them with a whiskey.”
He shook his head and cracked open a bottle of water despite my request for liquor.
“Open your mouth.”
“You’ve got to buy me a drink first.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Loch muttered, tossing the pills in my grinning mouth and holding the bottle to my lips.
“Reminds me of all those years ago,” I mused after swallowing the tablets.
“Fecking awful patient back then, too.”
Liam might have saved my life when I got stabbed twenty-six times, but Loch nursed me back to health. The bald bastard wasn’t bad at being a nurse.
“I’m not holding your dick this time.”
I barked a laugh. “You didn’t last time.”
“You were out of it, and your dad wouldn’t take you back to the hospital. You don’t know what I held. Fuck, you were in a state.” Loch looked haunted.
My smile faded. “I’m sorry.”
You didn’t catch me apologising often. But I was sorry I hadn’t trusted him more with what I suspected. This man would walk through fire to help me.
“Yeah, you owe me a better explanation than you’ve given me so far, brother.”
He hardly ever called me that – only Sean or Boss. My father never legally adopted Loch because nothing my pa ever did was legal, but he declared he was his son after I suspected he had Loch’s father killed.
I nodded.
“We need to talk about something else.”
“Go ahead.” I rested my head back against the pillows.
“Rada isn’t happy.”
“That sounds like a you problem.”
“She’s not happy with you.”
“That still sounds like a you problem. But fair play, what’s she upset about?”
“You holding Amy against her will.”
“Does she look like a captive?” I glanced down at Amy, who had already drooled on my chest.
“No, but smacking you upside the head and trying to escape doesn’t give the impression she wants to be here.”
“She’s not here against her will. She’s in the pre-decision phase of staying by choice.”
