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“Dude, she’s not going anywhere. She’s sedated. And right now, you need to come explain why the hell Soul and I came home last night to a guest in our medical wing.”
When they returned to the clubhouse yesterday, it was late, and Soul was so focused on Cece and Harper that I got a reprieve. And Apple distracted Malice, so other than what Cece had already told them via phone calls, they have no clue what’s going on.
With one last worried glance at Violet, I move away from the bed and start toward the door. Malice grabs my arm to stop me.
“She’ll be alive when you get back,” he insists calmly.
I hate that he can read me that easily, but I’m also grateful for it. If it weren’t for Malice and Soul, I don’t know where I’d be today.
Two minutes later, I stride into church, and all eyes zero in on me.
Stalking to my chair, I try to shake off the guilt about potentially bringing unknown trouble to our door. As soon as I sit down, Soul wastes no time getting things started.
“As you’re all aware, we have a female patient in the clubhouse medical wing,” he begins. “I wanted to take today to go over how the Massachusetts job went, but that’s taking a back seat for now.” He faces me fully. “Grim, what the hell happened while Malice and I were gone?”
One thing I should point out about Soul is that he alwaysknows what’s going on in his club.Always.If one of the brothers doesn't tell him, Cece or Jez will.
“I was asked for help, and I gave it.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement, and I turn to see Abyss waving his hand to get my attention.
“That’s a fucking understatement, and you know it,” he signs, agitated.
“I don’t know what to tell you.”
“How about you start at the beginning?”
That’s exactly what I do. I explain about Laura sending Violet to Naughty/Nice from the bridal boutique, and I make sure to point out that, other than the obvious fear and nervousness radiating off of Violet, we don’t know any specifics.
Then I go on to tell them about the text Cece received and what Violet’s apartment looked like when Abyss and I arrived. The longer my story goes, the angrier my brothers appear. They might not be thrilled with me handling this essentially on my own, but there’s no way in hell any of them would ever be okay with what happened to Violet.
“And you have no idea who beat her like that?”
I have an idea, but…
“No.”
Malice nods toward Possum, and I shift my gaze to that end of the table.
“Why didn’t you just take her to the hospital?” he asks me.
My frustration grows with each new question. Since when is it a crime to help someone in need?
“Because we have no fucking clue who did this to her.” I arch a brow. “Was I supposed to just dump her at the ER andpraythat her attacker didn’t show up?” Turning to Soul, I glare. “Can I get back to her now?”
“Grim, we need to take a vote.”
I narrow my eyes. “About what?”
“Whether or not Violet stays.”
“She stays.” When he lifts his hands, I glare at him until he drops them. “Cece stayed. Apple stayed. Violet is fucking staying.”
“You’re seriously comparing a stranger to our ol’ ladies?” Malice asks.
Am I?
Yeah, I am. Violet needs the club, and from the moment I saw her on the television screen, I needed… her.
