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My head hurt like fuck.
The people who’d been in the store and seen Edge with the gun had rung the police. Angelo was long gone by the time they got there. I could tell Deacon was suspicious. He eyed me carefully as I explained how despite my almost unconscious state, I managed to pull my gun and shoot the bastard.
Especially when I was laying on the floor on the opposite side of Edge to where the bullet went in.
But I’d had a pretty hard hit to the head, so it was easy to play dumb and pretend that I didn’t know what he was talking about.
If they looked closely enough, they would realize that the bullet didn’t match my gun. But we would deal with that when the time came.
Unfortunately for me, a hit to the head also meant that an ambulance had been called and they forced me to go to the hospital. All I wanted to do was fucking go home with my woman and my kid, knowing this shit was finally over and the crazy bastard was finally dead.
A couple stitches, a bald patch, and a suspected concussion later I was released with orders from the doctor to take it easy for a week or two. And I was going to do just that, with my girls.
Rose drove me home, not having left my side for anything. Jayla was with Chelsea. I didn’t remember much, but Rose said when I hit the ground I actually lifted her off me and shoved her toward the exit. It was all fuzzy but putting Jay’s safety first would always take priority.
She’d run out the doors, Eagle catching her and tucking her away while reinforcements arrived.
As we pulled up to the clubhouse, I saw a dark SUV parked next to the row of bikes.
“Why was Angelo there, Blizzard?” Rose asked, finally making note of the elephant in the room we’d been hiding for hours as I was patched up.
“Didn’t I tell you? We’re friends now.” I muttered sarcastically.
I climbed out of the truck and we walked through the front doors. Chelsea instantly caught my eye from behind the bar. “They’re in Op’s office. Good to see you’re okay.”
“Thanks, princess,” I murmured as I grabbed Rose’s hand and pulled her down the hallway.
I didn’t bother knocking, pushing the door open and closing it as Rose slipped in behind me.
Op grinned at me from behind his desk. “One blow to the head and you’re out cold. Getting soft on us old man?”
I couldn’t help but smile, even as I lifted my middle finger to him. “Fuck off.”
Angelo stood from his seat on the sofa, greeting me with a nod of his head before opening his arms to Rose. She released my hand, stepping into them and kissing him on his cheek before hugging him around the waist.
There were whispered words spoken, but she was soon back at my side. And that was what I liked.
“Thanks,” I told him, honesty in my words.
“Of course. I’m just glad I made it in time.”
I had to get it out there before anything more was said. “Now that Edge is gone, Rose won’t be going back with you.” I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her against me. “I’m grateful you did what you did, but her place was always here with us.”
We had agreed that I would let him take Rose back to New York if we couldn’t hunt down Edge. He would keep her there until we deemed it safe. He’d given us 48 hours before he would show up at the clubhouse and whisk her away. Our time had almost run out.
He looked down at where my hand rested on her hip, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Are you sure that you are able to keep her safe? It seems recently that there’s been a lot of trouble for your club.”
“Trouble that I brought them,” Rose stated, strength behind her words. I shook my head but she continued. “They could have tossed me out, killed me if they had wanted for all the ways which I’ve hurt them. But they didn’t. They helped me to build myself back up and protect me.”
Angelo listened as she spoke. His eyes were all for her, but it wasn’t in a romantic way. He wasn’t pining after her or hoping that she would choose him over me. He watched her with a genuine concern for her safety and well-being, and I couldn’t get angry at him for that.
“I respect a man who has enough sense to put his pride aside and accept help when it concerns the safety of those he loves,” Angelo said, turning his gaze to me.
I remembered thinking the same thing about Judge when he had arrived, asking the club for assistance.
“Family comes first,” I told him simply.
His eyes seemed to light up. “Is that what she is to you?”
