I sat.
He moved around the kitchen like he’d done it a thousand times.He grabbed bowls, a pan, eggs, bread—real food, not the half-stale cereal from yesterday.
“What exactly are you doing?”I asked.
“Making you breakfast.”
“Do I get a say in that?”
“No.”
I narrowed my eyes.“Prime.”
He cracked an egg with one hand.Show-off.
“You haven’t been eating enough,” he said.“You need food.Protein.”
“Oh my god,” I groaned.“Are you the biker nutritionist?”
“No,” he said.“I’m a biker who knows you need to eat more.”
I couldn’t help it, I snorted.“I ate dinner last night.”I was still getting used to being surrounded by burly bikers.When I had first gotten here, I was so glad that Pearl was here, but with Bernice dying, Pearl had retreated to her cabin.Everyone was grieving Bernice, and while I thought it was horrible she had died, I didn’t have any connection with her like everyone else did.My grief was surface-level.Pearl’s and the club’s went deep.
Prime glanced at me over his shoulder.“Half a peanut butter sandwich is not dinner.”
I shrugged.“I wasn’t hungry.I just wanted to sit after traipsing after you all day.”
“That’s why today you are going to hang out with Pearl.Anchor needs me in the security room, so one of the other guys will be with you.”
“All day?”I asked.
Prime turned back to the stove.“For the most part.I’ll check in on you when I can.”
I should be fine with that, but there was a part of me that was disappointed I wouldn’t see him all day.
“What if Pearl isn’t up for company today?”I asked.
“I already talked to Anchor.She said she wants you to come over.”
Well, I guess that settled that.
I watched Prime finish cracking the eggs into the bowl and then grabbed a fork to beat them.Just as he grabbed a pan to put on the stove, Wannabe barreled in like a golden retriever on caffeine.
“Hey!Morning!”He waved both arms at once.“You’re alive!”
I blinked.“Uh… yes?”Should I have not been?
“Great!Fantastic!”He bounced once on the balls of his feet.“Skull said he heard you scream last night and—”
Prime didn’t even turn around before snapping, “Get out.”
Wannabe froze.
“But I want coffee,” he whined.
Prime pointed toward the door without looking.
Wannabe sighed dramatically and trudged out the front door.
