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Grit moved aside long enough for her to sit on my lap. I wrapped my good arm around her waist and burrowed my face in the curve of her neck. “Talk to me. About anything.” I was pleading. Because Iknewthis was about to fucking hurt like a bitch.
Her fingers carded into my hair, and Grit pricked my skin with the needle, injecting the first dose of the numbing medication. I gritted my teeth against the pain, a low rumble sounding from my chest. “Eric tried going home again,” Lindsey began. “His mom wouldn’t let him in. I guess the boyfriend doesn’t like him.”
“Fucking bitch,” I muttered against her skin. “He a good kid at least?”
“Mhm.” Her fingers continued their rhythmic combing through my hair, soothing me. “He and Carver clashed heads earlier, but he’s alright otherwise. Got a bit of a temper.”
“The first time he loses it with you is the day he’ll lose all his teeth,” I promised her. The numbing medicine was beginning to work, so I didn’t even notice Grit begin to dig the bullet out of my shoulder. He worked silently, letting Lindsey distract me.
“He’s just a troubled boy, Blink,” she told me softly.
I grunted. “Don’t give a fuck. He’s old enough to know right from wrong, and you’re the reason he has a safe place to stay. He better show you every ounce of respect you’re owed. He wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
She sighed. “You’re too overprotective.”
I tightened my hand around her hip, and she squeaked in surprise. “Never protective enough, Lindsey.” I sighed, my head too fucking light. “Fuck, I’m tired.”
She pinched my neck, and I grunted, blinking, my lashes fanning across her skin. “Don’t go to sleep, Blink. Not right now. What do you want to eat? I can make anything. Tell me your favorite food.”
“You,” I blurted. “You taste sweet—”
“Blink!” she yelled at me. I snickered—even heard Grit chuckling. “I’m not a meal,” she hissed. “And Eric can hear everything you say.”
“I promise, a kid like that knows what pussy is.” I lifted my head and looked at Eric, who was quietly watching us, the mess on the floor long cleaned up. “Ain’t that right, Sabotage?”
He just shrugged, which was answer enough. I smirked. “Remember to wrap it up,” I told him. “Kids are a pain in the ass. Too many diapers. Got to deal with baby mamas.” I shook my head. He laughed a little. “Ain’t worth it, man.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Blink!” Lindsey shouted at me.
I quietly laughed before burrowing my face back in her sweet-smelling neck. I had no idea what perfume she used, but it smelled so fucking good. Made me feel like I was transported to an exotic beach somewhere. Like I was lying on the sand with the hot, summer sun beating down on my body, a beachy alcoholic drink in my hand.
“I’m addicted to you,” I mumbled.
She sighed. “Oh, Blink. You’re definitely suffering from blood loss.”
I hummed, nuzzling into her neck. “Stay with me forever.”
She sighed, and I felt her lips press to the top of my head. “I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me,” she promised.
I smiled.
7
Blink
“What the absolute fuck happened?” Grit demanded as soon as the chapel doors were shut behind him. He stalked over to his seat at the table, fury lining his features.
My shoulder was throbbing something fierce. I wanted to do nothing more than take some pain medicine and pass out in bed, but shit had to be taken care of first. We’d never been targeted before, but I knew it would happen sooner or later. And I had a feeling that this hit was meant for the Savage Crows. We were moving in on business that others wanted.
“Fuckers came out of nowhere,” I told him. “Brian nor I had time to really react. Two of his men are dead, as you know.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Carver swore, shoving his fingers through his dirty-blonde strands. His hands smacked the table after. “One of ‘em was riddled with fucking bullet holes, brother. It was gruesome. Never seen organs just spilling out of someone like that.”
I grimaced. “What’s the game plan here?” Carter asked. He leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table, steepling his fingers together in front of his mouth.
“For now, we sit tight. Lay low. Stick to the clubhouse as much as possible. Word will eventually get to us on who is doing this. We just need to be patient about it.”
Carver snorted, muttering, “Patience” under his breath.
