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practically under her breath, but I still heard her.
“Let’s just say that I’m not exactly back on my own terms,” I assured her and rearranged Max in my arms so I could stand closer to her. I turned my curious gaze to Kelli.
“This is Kelli,” Quinn introduced when she saw my curious glance at her friend. “She’s my new roommate.”
My eyes widened, not that Kelli was Quinn’s roommate, but at the fact that Quinn had finally moved out of her mother’s house and away from her bitchy sisters. My smile was warm when I offered Kelli my hand. “Hi, Kelli. Are you responsible for our Quinn getting her own place? Because if you are, I could kiss you.”
Kelli gave me a tight smile, anger still simmering in her eyes after having to deal with Raider. “It wasn’t me. Colt got her set up and then she came looking for a roommate to help with the bills. It was friendship at first sight.”
While everyone was rushing around doing what needed doing, Raider stood a few feet away, watching me with Quinn and frowning from Quinn to Kelli and back again. I shot him a cold look. What was it about Hannigan men and treating the women—who would gladly worship them for the rest of their lives—like crap? “Don’t you have things that need your attention?”
“A shit ton,” he confirmed. “But I’m just too damn curious to do it yet.” He pushed away from the doorway where he’d been standing and switched his gaze back and forth from Quinn to Kelli. “Whose bed did Colt sleep in last night? Yours, Kelli? Or was it Quinn’s?”
Any sane person would know that Colt would never sleep with Quinn. Those two were best friends. He would protect her to his last breath, but he would never touch her. I knew it had to be Kelli if Colt was sleeping with anyone. Did that mean he was taking her seriously? I’d never known the youngest Hannigan brother to sleep with anyone but club sheep.
Damn, I’d missed a lot while I was gone. Guilt made my chest tight and I shifted Max on my hip and kissed the top of his head to distract myself from the stab of pain.
“Fuck you, asshole,” Quinn spat at him. “I don’t answer to you. You don’t like him spending the night at my house, you take it up with him. It’s none of your damn business.”
Kelli pushed between Quinn and Raider, turning to face the hulking biker with a glare that made me instantly think I was going to like this girl. “Not that it’s any of your business, but your brother has been keeping my bed warm at night. And while you’re trying to prove how big of a dick you have, I’m pretty sure that your brother’s cock is a hell of a lot bigger.”
Everyone who was nearby instantly stopped what they were doing and turned their full attention to Kelli now. It was suddenly very quiet around us. Kelli didn’t even bother to look at anyone else as she faced down Raider who now had murder in his green eyes. You didn’t have to know Raider for more than five minutes before you knew that his dick was his favorite organ. From what the sheep said about it on a regular basis, I was pretty sure that he was packing a damn anaconda in his pants. I guessed it was a family trait because Jet’s was so big I’d ached for days after our first time.
Quinn sucked in a sharp breath and tugged on Kelli’s arm. “Don’t, Kell. He’s not worth it.” Her shoulders drooped in exhaustion as she turned her head to give me a small smile without meeting my eyes. “I’ll see you later, Flick. Kelli and I are going to get a few hours of sleep before it gets any crazier around here.”
“Yeah, I’ll see you later,” I promised her as I watched her enter the clubhouse. Once she was out of sight I turned my fury onto the dickhead Hannigan beside me. “Really? What the fuck is your problem?”
Raider raked a hand through his hair. “Hell if I know,” he muttered as he walked off.
Chapter Eight
Jet
I was shaking by the time we got to the hospital. It wasn’t like this was the first time one of my family members had been in the hospital, and it sure as hell wasn’t the first time one of my brothers—blood or MC—had been shot. Jenkins had assured me that nothing vital had been hit, but I couldn’t help wondering if I was going to walk in there and be told that my brother, the first guy I’d ever trusted to have my back no matter what, was dead.
Raven wasn’t much better than me. She clung to Bash’s hand as he led us into the hospital and straight onto an elevator. She was more used to seeing blood than most medical staff¸ but the thought of our brother being shot was making her act unlike her normal take-charge self. Colt was rocking back and forth on his feet, his eyes just as wild as I knew my own had to be. Raider should have been there with us, but we knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it if Hawk wasn’t really alright. My brother might seem like a heartless bastard, but he felt more than any of us. He was just better at hiding his true feelings than we were.
Jenkins was waiting by the OR waiting room doors with Samantha beside him. For the first time since I’d known the old lawyer, he looked shaken. I wasn’t sure if that was because his office building had just been destroyed by someone hell bent on killing my brother and taking Gracie, or because he’d come to think of Gracie as kind of like a surrogate daughter.
“What the hell happened?” Raven was the first to demand before I could even open my mouth. “Who took Gracie?”
“Italians.”
We all gritted our teeth and my shaking only intensified. I was going to gut those motherfuckers.
“Does Uncle Jack know?” Colt asked as he looked around, making sure no one overheard us.
“I called him as soon as I got off the phone with Jet,” Jenkins assured us.
“This is a cluster fuck,” Bash muttered. “Why the hell would the senator want Gracie?”
I shrugged. “You said she was the one who started all of that shit with Samson. He tried to rape her and that’s what set Hawk off. Maybe he wants her as payment for the loss of his son.”
“His vendetta was against the Club, not Gracie. He would have gotten his revenge by killing Hawk. Taking her was either overkill or…” Bash muttered another curse and shook his dark head. “Maybe this isn’t him.”
“Who the fuck else would want to attack us like this?” I bit out.
“Does it look like I know?”
