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Slick looked up at me blearily and offered a sloppy smile. “Well, now, it’s Biker Bitch,” he cried, throwing an arm out and nearly hitting someone.
“Sorry, dude, I’m taking him home,” I exclaimed as the guy turned.
He sent Slick a dark look and nodded.
“Ain’t got no home, Irish,” Slick said as he peered at his empty glass. “Fuck, did I drink that already?”
“Well, you are a sloppy drunk,” I mumbled, positioning myself beside him. I threw his arm over my shoulder, and Slick hauled me in close.
“Ya pretty baby, but not tonight. I’m in recovery from love,” Slick muttered.
“Yeah, you’re coming home with me and sobering up,” I replied.
Slick began to struggle, and I caught his chin in my fingers. “Don’t start shit you can’t handle. I will put you on your ass and make you cry like a baby. Now follow me out of here, and I’ll find you a bed for the night.”
“Ain’t going,” Slick snarled.
I jabbed a thumb into a nerve, which would cause him a fuck load of pain. Slick gasped and paled.
“Move, or the next thing I do is far worse.”
Slick staggered to his feet, giving me a dirty look. That was fine. I could handle nasty stares and glares.
I led Slick from the bar, staggering under his weight, but I got him to my SUV without much issue.
“What brought this on?” I asked as he struggled to open the door. Jesus, how drunk was he?
“I lost Summer,” Slick almost wailed.
I finally opened the door.
He stared at the inside, and I ended up giving him a shove.
“How did you lose her?” I questioned as he sorted himself out on the seat.
Maybe that was a question I shouldn’t have asked. As I climbed into the driver’s seat, Slick let the whole story spill. And boy, was he hurting. Even though I wasn’t one to believe in love and all the HEA shit, I could feel for Slick’s pain because he was suffering. And I had to admire his strength in setting her free.
Slick was right, Summer was not built for this life.
By the time I got him to the motel I was staying at, Slick was staring out the window silently with agony radiating off him.
“Come on,” I said and climbed out to open his door.
Slick quietly staggered, and I led him to my room.
When I’d booked the motel, I’d just wanted a double or king-size bed. The only room that had one also had a single. That was handy tonight as I dumped Slick’s ass on it. Within seconds, he’d curled into the foetal position and was asleep.
I shook my head and grabbed a bottle of water and some painkillers, then I put them on the bedside table next to him. Slick thought he was in a world of pain now. Wait till he sobered up.
Slick
Slick wrapped the towel around his waist and peered into the mirror. Holy shit did he look rough. His eyes were red from the drinking, and his skin looked sallow. This was not him.
Slick had woken an hour ago and wondered where the fuck he was. Then memories flooded back, and he groaned.
Irish wasn’t around when he’d woken up, so he could only assume she was working or something. Or whatever she did. That was a question he wanted answered.
He ran a hand through his still-wet hair and picked up his tee. A quick sniff informed him that there was no way he was putting that back on his body. With only one option, Slick left the bathroom to call a brother and was shocked to find Irish in the room.
