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Atomic looks like hell.
“Holy fuck,” Clink shouts as he jumps to his feet and rushes toward me.
Atomic slowly stands to his feet and shuffles behind him. I open my mouth to ask them what the fucking fuss is about when it all comes rushing back to me.
“I was stabbed,” I announce, my voice rough and gravelly. “Why?”
Clink shifts his gaze to Atomic, who has finally reached his side. Neither of them speaks immediately, but I can tell they don’t want to say who or what happened. I arch a brow, my body feeling sore as fuck. I refuse to call for pain meds until I know what actually happened and why.
“It was Nomad Kings,” Atomic finally mutters.
“What?” I hiss.
He nods his head once, then clears his throat before he runs his fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends.
“They got to your guy. I don’t know how they knew you would be collecting from him. I don’t know how they knew,” he repeats his words, “but they did, and they threatened him. He got scared. Did the job.”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I try not to show my emotions. Although, I think it would be hard to show my emotions right now since I can’t quite figure them out myself. I understand why they are upset. This came out of nowhere, completely out of goddamn nowhere, but then I recall Clink saying that Shawn’s biological father is the president.
“How did he know that Shawn was my old lady?” I demand. Clink and Atomic share glances with one another. “Wait,” I hiss. “Where is Shawn?”
Again, I’m met with silence as they share looks with one another. “Tell me,” I demand.
“I sent Gnaw to go and get her,” Atomic begins. “Her bakery and apartment are empty. But what is concerning is that the door to her apartment was left ajar. There was a cake on the counter, and her phone was on the floor.”
“Are you fucking telling me that the Nomad Kings kidnapped my woman?” I growl, then moan because that fucking hurts my belly.
“Don’t get all riled up. You’re gonna fuck up your stitches,” Clink barks.
Letting out a sigh, I can’t help but feel like a completely worthless, helpless piece of shit in this moment. I can’t go down to the Nomads and demand my woman back. I can’t even walk my ass to the bathroom to take a piss. I can’t do a fucking thing.
“We already got some guys out to scope out their clubhouse. It’s a little too quiet out there from what I’ve already been told,” Atomic says.
Fuck.
“What happens now? Where is the fuck who stabbed me?”
Clink’s lips curve up into a grin. “You don’t have to worry about him,” he murmurs.
“Dead men don’t pay the bills, brother,” I grind out.
Atomic hums. “They don’t, but honest to fuck, this one was worth it. You’re my brother, King, and we almost lost you. He sang like a goddamn bird, and we ended him for what he did. Weak-ass bitch.”
“What happens now?” I ask.
Atomic doesn’t answer immediately and instead watches me for a moment, then he dips his chin. “Now you heal.”
“And Shawn?”
He leans forward, reaches out, and wraps his fingers around the side of my neck, placing his forehead against mine. “She’s your old lady, brother. We will fucking get her back.”
I don’t get the chance to say anything else because right after he stands and releases his grip on me, the door opens and a nurse walks in. She shoos them out of the room, then proceeds to check my wounds. I watch as she types some notes on my chart, then helps me drink some water before she announces that the doctor will be in shortly.
After she leaves, Clink and Atomic make their way back into my room. We talk a bit more, but they avoid Shawn and the Nomad Kings. I don’t stop thinking about them, though. And I make a silent fucking vow. I will kill Shawn’s father and any man who dares to even look at her. They’re all fucking dead.
Then my lips curve up into a grin. “I’m going to blow up their whole clubhouse,” I announce.
Clink and Atomic’s bodies both jerk at my words. They don’t expect them, and I don’t blame them. Bombs and fires aren’t really my thing. I’m more of a “shoot first, ask questions later” kind of guy. But this is different. I want to watch that whole fucking place burn to the goddamn ground.
