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Share Us
"He's good," Butch responds. "We're just still dealing with some things."
I nod. "Can you share yet?"
The two of them share a look. Butch turns back to me, giving me a sharp, curt nod.
"There's a turf war brewing. The Norsemen have had an increase in numbers and have decided they want to make a play at the area. We've always had an unwritten rule about sharing, sticking to our various sides. But they want to drive us out."
I frown at them. "Is that why you've been absent?"
"Yeah. Our Prez is preparing us for a potential attack. We aren't sure if they will do it, but we have to take the threat seriously. Our brother chapter in the west was attacked a few weeks ago."
"Shit," I hiss. "It makes sense now why Chuck was pulled away. How come you were able to come tonight?"
Butch smiles. "We had the night off. We were at Wheels when you messaged. Volts sends his regards, by the way."
"Will I ever see Chuck again?" I ask sadly.
Vito stretches out his legs. "Ay, don't fret. Of course you will. Hopefully things will settle down soon. But in the meantime, you need to stay away from the bar. The Norsemen are getting dangerous, and they want any chance to prove their power. Don't give them a reason."
"I won't, I promise," I say, fully intending to keep it.
The three of us spend a few hours catching up, relaxing until they excuse themselves to head off. It's late, and I'm also ready for bed.
I wave them off at the front door, closing it as I start to head to my room. If there's one thing I did miss about this house, it's the shower.
As I enter my bedroom, I groan upon seeing Asher on the computer chair.
"Please, not now. I'm exhausted," I mumble, heading for the bathroom on the other side of my walk-in closet.
"I'm not here to fight," Asher replies, following me.
I sigh, pulling off my clothes. He's already seen me naked, so I don't bother fighting. I kick the clothes against the wall, reaching in to turn on my shower.
"What do you mean?" I ask without looking at him.
He pulls his shirt over his head, drawing my attention. I look at him questioningly as he reaches for his pants.
"I'm going to join you."
"I don't think that's a good idea," I briskly reply.
Asher kicks his clothes onto mine, standing there fully naked. "Why not? I just want to talk."
"Suit yourself," I mumble, too tired to argue.
I slip into the shower, under the stream of hot water. Asher steps in behind me, close by but not actually touching me.
"I'm sorry for getting mad," he says.
He leans against the shower wall, watching me through his own tired eyes.
"Thank you." I offer him space under the shower head, shifting so my back is pressed against the glass. He moves under the water, letting it fall over his head before he pushes his wet hair back.
I close my eyes, fatigue wearing me down. I'm ready to doze off in the shower when I feel my loofah sponge on my shoulder. I pry my heavy eyes open, looking at Asher as he washes me.
"Turn around," he says, and I comply, letting him wash my back.
Surprisingly, Asher doesn't try anything sexual. He just washes my body, and when we're done, he wraps me in my towel.
