“She was going to hurt Stevie no matter what happened with me. Stevie was part of her revenge for her brother being put in jail. Grady is Stevie’s cousin, and he is also the sheriff who arrested Vinnie. She used our history to find out what we knew about her crew, and she also stole money from the club. I don’t know how she did it.”
“That was my fuck up. I was sorting the accounts and was called away, but I forgot to lock the screen,” Pres admits. “I will see if Maverick or Astrid can track down where she sent it and get it back, maybe more.” he smirks.
“I want to hunt that bitch down for hurting my boy. Usually I do not hit women but fuck, she needs a lesson or two,” Savage snarls.
“So, I am your boy now, huh?” I murmur, making his hand on mind tighten.
“Always.”
“I think his girl will have something to say about sharing him.” Target laughs.
“Fuck, Stevie is not talking to me right now, and I can’t blame her for that. I fucked up.”
“She will come around, man. She knows what a catch you are,” Rogue jokes.
I flip him off, then rise to a sitting up position. My head spins, and I breathe through my nose to slow the nausea. Damn, this sucks.
“ Bolt said that you have a concussion, but more on the mild side, so suck it up,” Racer states, a smirk on his face. “I don’t need a weak pussy in my club.”
I flip him off, which makes the men in the room laugh. Fuck, I just flipped Pres off, but right now, I have zero fucks to give. The pain eases the longer I sit up, and my stomach is rolling to a slow tide, rather than a fucking tsunami.
“I need to get to Stevie,” I mutter.
“Brother, you need to rest. We will track Val, and when you have shaken this off, you can go to Stevie,” Target tells me.
Sighing, I slowly blow out my breath. All I can think about besides this fucking pain that needs to fuck off, is getting to Stevie. I just have to fucking hope that she lets me explain what has been happening and why I was a dick at the race.
“Sleep, Logan,” Savage says, and fuck, when he uses my legal name it makes me soft.
“Using my legal name, huh?” I say, lying back down with his help.
We have a strange relationship, but fuck, I know that he will do anything for me, and I will do the same for him, or for anyone in the club. I know that he has slept with both Target and Rogue, as both men are bisexual, whereas Savage is gay.
They have this connection that no fucker can break, but we have this thing where he flirts and is very protective over me.
“Worked. didn’t it?” He winks.
I close my eyes, my head on the pillow, which feels nice, and my body relaxes.
“Sleep, brother. I will stay with you in case you puke in your sleep, or swallow your tongue,” Savage says, and I grin. “Okay, now I want to witness someone swallowing their tongue,” he jokes.
“Crazy, brother. Fucking crazy.” I notice my words are slurred, as sleep starts to take over.
“Is he okay?” I hear the concern in Savage’s voice.
“He is fine. Just needs to rest, keep an eye on him.”
That is the last thing I hear before sleep takes me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
STEVIE
I stir the creamy sauce that I intend to add to my chicken and pasta.
The music is playing, the songs helping to drown out my thoughts of Crash and Valarie. I informed my aunt and uncle what was happening, and Cale again threatened to go and beat him up, which made me laugh, but it is not worth it.
Swaying my hips, I sing loud, and proud, happy that I live alone, because I can dance around the condo in panties and a cami, like I am right now. My balcony is open and the breeze is making the thin curtains sway and dance with the wind, and it looks majestic.
