AllFreeNovel
Share Us
That wasn’t a problem for me. I was too worried about him to want that, but Clink scowled, finally letting the ice pack drop into his lap. “That’s fucked. If she wants to make me feel better, then I–”
Pushing to my feet, I pulled Clink with me. “I’ll let you know if his pain gets worse. I need to keep the room dark, right?”
We both ignored Clink’s complaints, going over the basics of concussion care. I knew some of it from watching tv and reading books, and Riley filled in the rest. Once I felt confident I could take care of Clink, I dragged him upstairs to rest. He complained the whole way there until he dropped onto the bed and flinched.
“Ouch.”
“That’s what you get. Stop complaining. You need to rest.”
He grumbled, kicking off his boots while I closed the curtains to darken the room. I helped him get undressed, because it didn’t seem comfortable to sleep in jeans and a leather vest, smacking his hands when he tried to grab my clothes too.
“Nope. No sex for you. Consider it a punishment for not answering me this morning.” I tucked the blankets around him, swallowing hard. My voice lowered automatically, and I tried not to wince at the tremble in it. “I was really worried about you.”
He grimaced, grabbing my hand and tugging me closer. “I know. I’m sorry. Believe it or not, I fully intended to text you back. But I landed on my phone last night and broke the damn thing.”
“Can you tell me what happened?”
It didn’t really surprise me when he shook his head, but he tugged on my hands until I crawled into bed next to him, curling up against his side. “C’mere. No funny business. I just wanna hold you.”
Once we were comfortable cuddled together in the darkened room, I let out a sigh. Things had been stressful and being here with him settled me. My anxiety had been through the roof, worried when we were moved that Clink was doing something dangerous and wouldn’t come home.
This was why I didn't want to get close to people. I was afraid to lose him. Clink’s life wasn’t safe, and there was no telling how many times I’d have to go through this with him. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I didn’t want to stop seeing him, he made me happy and pushed me to really enjoy my life. He was supportive and sweet, and I loved spending time with him. But that only made it scarier. He tore through all my walls like they were made of paper, and now I couldn’t imagine life without him. I let myself get too attached too quickly. And I wasn’t sure how to handle it.
CHAPTER 36
SAM
Things went back to normal after whatever happened with the crew. No one would tell me the details, and I stopped fishing for Clink to clue me in. He always answered the same way, with a smirk to hide the muscle twitch in his jaw to show how pissed he was with how things turned out. Whatever happened, it didn't go their way, and the crew was busy trying to deal with it.
I went back to work on the clubhouse, though I could only turn off certain sections of the house instead of the whole thing. Croy said he needed to keep one of their guys online monitoring stuff, so I worked around it the best I could. I was working on Clink’s room when someone knocked on the door. I looked up over the edge of the bed, smiling at Tyson.
“Hey.”
“Hey, yourself. How’s it going in here?”
I pursed my lips, nodding as I turned back to the outlet I was rewiring. “Pretty good. I should have this group of rooms done by the end of the day. What are you up to?”
“I’ve gotta go out.”
When I looked over my shoulder at him, surprised, he gave me a small smile. “I know. But one of my people just called. They’ve had a relapse. They need me. I talked to Croy about it. He’s sending me with a prospect and I’ll probably stay a few nights, just to make sure they’re alright. I just wanted to let you know so you wouldn’t worry.”
When I made a face, he chuckled. “Yeah, I know. You’re gonna worry, just like I do. I guess we’re switching roles today. I’ll check in often, and I promise I’ll call if I think anything weird is going on. You stay here and get your work done, and I’ll see you later.”
After everything that's happened, it made me nervous to let Tyson go out, but I trusted him to stay safe and I knew him being a sponsor was important. I did my best to hide my expression as I gave him a hug and waved him out. And he kept his promise, texting me every few hours on the first night to make sure I knew he was okay.
The second day he was gone was pretty much the same. He sent me texts to let me know everything was okay, and I kept myself busy working so I didn’t worry so much. I was just finishing up in Brewer’s room when I got a new text from Tyson.
Tyson: I need your help
Frowning, I texted him back immediately.
Sam: What’s wrong?
Tyson: I had a relapse. I need you.
My heart started racing and my eyebrows shot up. Tyson was seven years sober. While he still had cravings every now and then, it was rare and he never slipped. In the entire time I’d known him, he’d been clean and never got close to having a relapse. It didn’t make any sense. I tried calling him but he wouldn’t answer the phone, only texting me saying he couldn’t talk and he needed my help, because he wanted to use again.
I wasn’t Tyson’s sponsor. I’d never met her, she moved a few years ago to be closer to her children, but she and Tyson still kept in touch and talked at least once a week. I’d never done any sponsor type things for him because he said that wasn’t our relationship and he liked to keep that separate. He’d never asked me for help like this before, and I was really worried that he was asking for me now.
