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“Yeah, will do. Thanks, Doc,” I said, shaking his hand.
“Take care of her,” he said, eyes sad. “She’s been through enough.”
“I agree,” I said, then walked a quiet Nyx back out to the car.
“I’ll have someone drop off your bike,” Cillian said as he drove us to the clubhouse.
“Thanks,” I said, eyeing Nyx who was still not saying anything, not making any noise whatsoever.
Maybe the meds were kicking in.
Maybe she was just getting tired from them.
But I wanted to get her alone to make sure.
“I’ll call you in the morning,” Cillian said, communicating several things at once, getting a nod out of me.
“Sounds good. Come on, babe,” I said, helping her out of the car.
We weren’t two feet toward the door before it burst open, and Delaney and Morgaine were rushing forward, reaching for Nyx.
I didn’t want to let her go.
But they needed to fuss.
And I needed to talk to the men.
All of whom had the darkest faces I’d ever seen after getting a look at Nyx.
“Nothing is broken that we can tell. Just a fuckuva lot of soft tissue damage, bruises, and pain. Can you fill a script as soon as the pharmacy opens?” I asked, holding the script out to Riff.
“Yep. I’m on it,” he said, nodding.
“Tell me he’s dead,” Sway said, his usually carefree face dark.
“And that he suffered first,” Crow piped in.
“He is and he did. And his body is in the second abandoned building down on Main Street,” I said, giving them a look.
“We’ll handle it,” Crow said, being pretty accustomed to dealing with bodies and blood and all that trace evidence shit.
“And until I can talk to Nyx and probably fucking Czar, we need to close ranks and take guard shifts since I don’t know what the fuck is going on with the Bulgarians.”
To that, the remaining guys nodded.
I gave them theCliffsnotesversion of the events, then made my way inside to let them handle everything else. They were all more than capable. That was why I’d chosen them after all.
I needed to focus on my woman.
“Hey,” Dell said, voice soft as she came out of my room. “We got her cleaned up and changed,” she said. “She’s in bed. I think the pain meds are kicking in, but she needs some comfort.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” I told her.
“Morgaine is just getting her some extra ice packs for her stomach and stuff,” Dell said, her own face going dark at the memory of the bruises. “Then everyone will leave you alone.”
“Thanks, Dell. I appreciate it.”
“That’s what family is for,” she said, shrugging, then stiffening as her baby let out a wail. “I’ll go quiet him down so she can rest. When all else fails, a little boob usually works,” she said, rolling her eyes at herself.
