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“Okay. They’re back at the clubhouse.”
Chase, who was standing by the front window, glanced over his shoulder at her. “Any casualties?”
My heart stuttered in my chest, but Riley shook her head. “Doesn’t look like it. I’m going to need a ride, though. There were injuries and Doc went with the worst to the hospital.”
“Okay. Lemme clear it with Prez quick and we’ll get moving,” Chase agreed.
“Can I help?” I didn’t know anything about first aid, but it was better than sitting around waiting for something to happen.
Riley considered me for a second before shrugging. “Probably. Croy wants you guys to wait here, but once I figure out what’s going on, I’ll ask him to have you guys sent over to help. If there are a lot of injuries, I could probably use a hand.”
It was better than nothing. As badly as I wanted to get there, I knew no one was going to ignore Croy’s orders and bring me along if I asked. The only person he allowed to leave was Riley. I sat impatiently, explaining what I knew when the others woke up since Riley was already gone.
I was getting anxious when Allie lost her temper. She wanted to go help too and wasn’t a fan of sitting around. She stormed towards the door, ignoring the prospect who was guarding it, and came up short when she yanked it open and Knox was on the other side. He turned around, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
She opened her mouth like she was going to argue, but after pausing for a second, she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his middle. Jealousy swept through me and I turned my face away. I wanted to see Clink, to make sure he was okay. But no one was letting us go anywhere.
“Relax, baby. I’m fine. Wasn’t even there. Croy had me guarding the clubhouse.”
I could hear the frown in her voice as she spoke to him. “Then why are you here?”
He snorted. “Because he knew you’d cause trouble when you didn’t get your way. You can’t go back yet. Not until Prez clears it.”
I looked up just in time to see her shove him away with a scowl. “Who says I wanna go back? Asshole.” She slammed the door shut before he could answer, storming away. When the door opened again, Knox looked pissed, and he narrowed his eyes on the prospect standing near the kitchen.
“Watch the fucking door.”
He went without question and took Knox’s place while Knox headed after Allie. I shot Quinn a wide-eyed look, and she snickered, shaking her head.
“It’s okay. She’s upset and doesn’t like to show it. She was worried about him. How are you? Doing okay?”
I let out a breath, lifting my shoulders. “I guess. I just wish Clink would answer my messages. Riley said people were hurt, but she didn’t say who and she said she’d call if we could come and help, but that was hours ago.”
“He’s okay. They would’ve said something otherwise. Let me call Riley, see where we’re at. She could’ve just gotten busy and forgot.” She pulled out her phone, heading to the kitchen while she made the phone call.
Tyson rubbed my shoulder reassuringly. “I’m sure he’s fine.”
We could finally go back to the clubhouse in the afternoon. Everyone who wasn’t on a bike piled into my truck and we went straight back. Quinn was just as eager as I was to get back, though Reaper at least answered her when she called. Clink still wasn’t answering, and I feared the worst when we arrived. I scrambled out of the truck, darting inside, and found Clink sitting on the couch with an ice pack on his forehead.
“Clink?”
He shifted, lifting the ice pack enough to peek out at me. When his slow smile overtook his face, relief slammed into me like a tidal wave and I nearly dropped to my knees.
“Hey, you. Was wondering when you’d get here.”
I moved to his side, taking in all the bumps, the cuts held together with butterfly tape, the scrapes along his arms. He looked like hell, and he flinched and shut his eyes when he kept the ice pack off too long.
“You’re gorgeous, but I’m gonna rest a bit. Got knocked around, and my head is killing me.”
“That’s because you’ve got a concussion. You need to be resting, not sitting down here taking up space,” Riley demanded as she marched up to us, handing Clink a bottle of water.
Clink didn’t even remove the ice pack to look at her when he spoke. “But then I wouldn’t get to hear you bitching at the crew. It’s hilarious. Makes me feel better.”
Riley scowled, and I rolled my eyes. “I’ll take him upstairs. Is there anything I should watch out for?”
She shook her head. “Not really. I’ll check in on him every now and then to make sure nothing is getting worse, but there’s not a lot you can do for a concussion but wait it out and rest. No sex, though. That’ll only make things worse.”
