I begged Winger to let me tag along to make sure that my friend was okay. Monica is one strong bitch, but fuck, we are still human at the end of the day and get hurt.
Looking over my shoulder, Winger levels me with a glare.
“You do not leave my sight. You are on full guard, and if I tell you to move, you move. No questioning me, you fucking move.” I nod, swallowing hard.
“I will.”
“Fuck me. Your Ol’ Man will gut me if anything happens to you.”
“Nothing will happen. I trust you and the brothers. Consider me glued to you while we are here.” Oryn chuckles from the driver’s seat.
“Jesus.” Winger shakes his head. “I am too old for this shit.”
I stifle a giggle, and Oryn winks at me in the rearview mirror.
We arrive at Starlight, and my stomach tightens. The last time I was here, I was attacked and could have died.
Flashes of that night come to me, how all my energy was zapped from me, and it felt like my world was fading.
“Like glue, babe, okay.” I nod to Winger, then he climbs out of the SUV.
He opens my door, helping me out. All four men flank me, scanning the area as we walk the short distance to the club’s back door. Lance meets us there, letting us inside.
“Girly, we have missed you here. It is good to see you looking healthy.” I smile softly at him.
“Thank you, Lance. I miss you guys as well, and I am doing so much better now.”
With a chin dip to the brothers, we go inside.
In an instant, the familiar smell and sound of the club makes me smile. Damn, I miss working. Music is muffled, same with the chatter of the customers. Looks like the club’s customers are none-the-wiser to what has gone on tonight.
“Where is Monica, Lance?” I ask.
Looking over his shoulder, he points to the room the staff uses.
“In there with Nolan and the new girl Mr. O took on. She is the niece of some guy he once knew.” He shrugs.
My body goes tight, knowing there is a new girl here that I do not know. Winger looks at me, like he is feeling something as well.
“There is a spell being cast here.” His voice is low.
“No spells are allowed; you know that. Policy is no magic of any kind,” Lance states.
He is proud of what he does here; Lance loves working for Mr. O and keeping people safe while they have a good time.
“I can feel something,” Winger snaps.
Lance sighs, stopping to turn to us. “Look, I get that you are the big honcho when it comes to the MC, but I help run this place, and we pride ourselves on keeping everyone safe, staff and customers alike. Ask Del; she knows that we do not take that shit lightly. When Mr. O opened this place, he wanted somewhere safe for everyone. Humans and supernaturals. You know what he is; hell, he took in that boy that you found to keep him safe.”
He is talking about the baby dragon that Camo found not too long ago. And with Mr. O being a dragon, he helped rehome the boy in Alaska.
Winger nods, and we walk into the room where we were told my friend was being treated.
I gasp when I see the state on Monica. Blood coats one side of her face, her hair brushed back, matted with crimson. Her lip is split, and she is cradling her arm against her body.
Rushing to her side, I crouch down next to the sofa she is lying on.
“Oh, Mon, are you okay?” Tears fill my eyes.
