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Carefully placing it on the toilet seat, I returned the lid to the tank and then let the bag dry off as I darted into the shower for a quick wash.
I knew it was crazy, but I headed over to the door with my toothbrush in my mouth and almost made my gums bleed as I brushed them hard enough to be audible to the mics.
Then, I let the water run as I gargled to further cover the noise of me opening the bag, and only when the cell phone was tucked into the pocket of my pajama pants did I breathe a sigh of relief.
I finished up in the bathroom, feeling the comforting presence of the cell phone against my side as I got into bed.
It would need charging, and between now and then, I’d have to develop a strategy to escape my guards’ attention while I was in class, but that was for tonight when I was supposed to be sleeping.
Tomorrow, I’d rewrite my fate.
Tomorrow, I’d take back what was rightfully mine—my future.
3
DIGGER
“I thoughtthe whole point of getting high was to be high,” I grumbled at Sin, who shrugged.
A shrug was pretty much the only answer any of us had right now when it came to Storm, who was the club’s VP and pretty much the daddy of the council if daddies thought tough love was how discipline worked...
Which made this current fuckfest even more interesting.
‘Daddies’ had their shit together. Storm was currently on a downer. In the worst way.
Take now.
The VP was plunked on the floor, his back to the corner of the wall, shoulders hunched, gaze trained on his phone. If he’d started sobbing, I wouldn’t have been fucking surprised.
I didn’t need to walk over there to see that he was looking at pictures of his family. A family that, well, nobody knew what the hell was going on with.
These were the facts:
Storm was head over fucking heels for his Old Lady, to the point of obsession—and I’d know more than most seeing as I’d officiated their wedding.
Yet for some reason, Storm was staying here and not at his home with his beautiful wife and daughter.
The deflated whoopee cushion that was shaped like our VP spent most of his day mooning over his camera roll like he couldn’t go home, but I knew for a fact he could because Keira hadn’t tossed him out. At least, not yet. If he carried on like this, getting high and wasting away on the clubhouse floor, shit wasn’t going to last.
Storm’s breakdown wasn’t just causing problems with his wife, either.
The clubhouse was in disarray because a lot of the tasks he handled had been shuffled around the MC. As a result, we were all grumbling and groaning about the extra work while trying not to drop the ball.
Bitching was one thing; letting the club down was another.
We were family. One of our own was fucked in the head, so we had to make things right as best we could.
You rallied around loved ones when they were at their lowest, and for all that Storm was drifting from one high to another, I’d never seen him lower than this.
Letting my gaze dart away from the VP, I saw Sin was watching him too as he muttered, “Can you take my shift at the gate so that I can handle the shit in town for him?”
I nodded. “No worries. Why’s Rex got you on the gate, anyway?”
“That Prospect, Cruz, has got gut rot.”
Pulling a face, I asked, “Your business in town have anything to do with those guns being trucked into the city?”
Sin shot me a smirk. “That would be telling, wouldn’t it?”
