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“Let’s go, asshole.”
CHAPTER 17
SAM
“Are they going to kill him? I hurt him back, they don’t need to–”
Riley shook her head, nudging me to sit on the bed. We’d gone to her room, which was cramped with an enormous bed and a dresser along one wall. There was a window overlooking the backyard, and an attached bath, but I wasn’t really interested in looking around. If I’d known my saying something to the jerk who grabbed me would’ve gotten him killed, I would’ve kept my mouth shut.
“They’re not going to kill him. But they are going to teach him a lesson. Around here, Croy’s word is law and not hurting women is one of the big ones. Not only that, but prospects aren’t allowed to touch women. It’s against the rules.”
Allie nodded, moving to sit beside me. “It’s true. While they’re prospecting, their job is to keep their heads down and do their work. They aren’t even allowed to touch the sweetbutts, and those bitches are just begging for it.”
My frown deepened the more they spoke. I had no idea what a prospect, or a sweetbutt was, nor did I really care.
“I think I need to leave. I’m sorry, I can’t handle this.”
Riley took a deep breath, nodding slowly. “I get that. But let me look at your arm first. It’s really red.”
“I’m fine, really. He was just a little rough.”
Riley raised an eyebrow. “I’m a nurse, Sam. I know what I’m doing. Let me take a look and I’ll stop bothering you about it.”
She was stubborn, and the other two didn’t do a thing to argue with her. I didn’t really feel like I had much of a choice. I pulled the sleeve up, averting my eyes. There was a reason I wore long sleeves in the summer.
If she noticed the scars on my wrist, she didn’t say anything about them. She was either a terrible nurse, or she was being polite by not mentioning them. She checked the red mark and pursed her lips before pulling my sleeve back down.
“Well, it’ll bruise for sure. I recommend an ice pack for the swelling. But no permanent damage.”
I rolled my eyes. “I told you. I’m fine.”
She looked like she was holding back a smile, and when I narrowed my eyes, she snickered. My mouth fell open.
“You’re trying to distract me, aren’t you?”
She scrunched her nose, shrugging. “Maybe a little. You looked ready to bolt. It’s not that bad here, I promise. I didn't want one stupid prospect to scare you off of the job. I’m really tired of only half my outlets working.”
That made me snort and the rest of the women giggled. Riley looked pleased with herself, dropping onto the bed and stretching out her legs in front of her. Her teasing did a lot to settle me and I let out a long breath.
“I don’t know how you guys handle being here all the time. It’s like an emotional roller coaster between fear and irritation.”
Allie tipped her head, thoughtful. “You’re not wrong, at least not about the irritating part. The fear will go away after you get to know the crew. They’re not that bad.”
“Coming from you, that’s high praise,” Quinn commented as she sat down next to Riley. Allie smirked at her before shrugging.
“The first lady of the San Diego charter gave me some advice on dealing with them.”
“Oh, this I’ve gotta hear,” Riley chuckled.
They chatted with each other, but my focus kept shifting to Clink. I hadn’t had someone stand up for me like that in a really long time. He believed me without question. The second I said the prospect hurt me, he jumped into action and kicked his ass. It was almost concerning just how happy that made me. After the amount of people I’ve had tell me I was at fault, it felt good that someone stuck up for me like that. And that kiss…
Clink kissing the bruise on my arm had been unbelievably sweet. Butterflies exploded in my belly, and I almost wished he’d kissed my lips instead. Which was an insane thought, and I banished it as quickly as it came. I wasn’t going to get involved with a biker. No matter how fun he was.
I was still worried that he’d actually kill the prospect, though. His easy expression had vanished when he was fighting, and he looked almost feral while he beat the guy’s face in. That reaction must’ve been why he was so smug earlier when I said he wasn’t scary. It was almost worse than being around Reaper and Croy because they didn't hide it as well as Clink could.
The bedroom door opened, and Croy and Reaper filled the doorway, dark looks on their faces. Riley sat up with a frown.
“What’s wrong?”
