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The guy Storm snorted. “Brother, why would we kidnap you and get you medical attention? Do you know what a motorcycle club is?”
I shrugged. “Like the Hells Angels?”
“Yeah.”
“I guess.”
Storm tugged on his leather vest. “You’re in a club like the Hells Angels. I’m your president. Patch here is a member, and so is Lynx back there. Libby is a club girl.”
A grin stretched across my face. “Do I have a Harley?” This shit sounded whack. I should have been scared out of my mind, not knowing these people, but they seemed all right. It was probably safer to be here with them instead of at home. Maybe my dad was the one who’d hit me in the head. It wouldn’t be the first time. I doubted it’d be the last. I just hadn’t experienced memory loss the other times.
“You do have a Harley,” Storm replied.
“What else? If I’m in the club and live here, do I have a job? You gotta understand, this is all bizarre.”
“No kidding.” Storm scratched his chin. “Maybe you should rest.”
“Yes,” Patch said. “He needs lots of rest so his brain can heal.”
“And you’re sure I’ll get my memories back?” Maybe I didn’t want them back. I didn’t even know what kind of a person I was to these people. Did I enjoy life? Was I happy?
Happy? I couldn’t imagine it. All I remembered was the miserable, pathetic life I had at home with my asshole father.
Patch put his hand on my arm. “Yes, Drew. You’ll get your memories back. Let me give you something to help you sleep. Your brain needs the rest.”
Before I could say no, he stuck me with a needle. I barely blinked, then it was lights out.
My eyes flashed open when I heard a woman’s voice. I looked around the room but only saw Patch sleeping in a chair. I knew who he was, but I didn’t recall anything about him.
I dialed into the voices coming from the other side of the door. The woman sounded upset. I wondered who she was and who she was talking to.
“Please, how can you be so cruel?” Emotion was thick in her voice. “He’ll be furious with you.”
“Calm down, Ava. I’m just trying to protect him.”
I recognized Storm’s voice. Who was he trying to protect?
I threw back the blanket and sat up. “Oh, Jesus,” I groaned, pressing the palm of my hand to my forehead.
“Oh. You’re awake.” Patch came to my side. “Stay in bed, Drew. You’re in no condition to be walking around.”
“What if I have to pee?”
“Then pee.” He flicked his gaze at my crotch.
My eyes bulged. “You put a tube in my dick?”
“You’ve been out for a day and a half. We had to relieve your bladder somehow.”
I reclined onto the pillow. “A day and a half? That’s crazy.”
“Do you remember anything?”
I narrowed my eyes at Patch. “No.” I gestured with my thumb toward the door. “What’s going on out there?”
“Storm is trying to keep an anxious visitor out of your room.”
“Why? It sounds like a woman. Who is she?”
