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“If you’re so worried about her, why didn’t you just text me? Why’d you leave and drive all the way to Boulder City to ask for this… favor?”
Because as much as I don’t want Violet out of my sight, I needed to get away. I needed to put some distance between us, even if only for a short time, so that I could force my brain to think a little more clearly about this whole situation.
Too bad it didn’t work.
I’m still half in love with a woman I don’t know, a woman who isn’t available, and I have no fucking clue what to do about it.
CHAPTER15
VIOLET
ONE WEEK LATER…
“Knock knock.”
The door to my room is open, and Cece strides in, carrying multiple bags. “I’ve come to spring you outta this joint.”
“Huh?”
“You need to get out of this room.” She sets the bags down at the foot of the bed. “I talked to Abyss, and he wants you up and walking around. It’ll help the healing process.”
“It will?” I smirk knowing exactly what she is up to. After spending the last week in the clubhouse infirmary, it was easy to see how much the men adore Cece by the way they let her pretty much do or say whatever makes her happy.
Total change from what I’m used to.
“Okay… so he didn’t say that exactly. You do need torest,but come on, staying here is depressing.” Cece wrinkles her nose in disgust. “Let’s go hang out in the common room. There are couches where you’ll be comfortable, and you can meet more of the club.”
Excited to get out of this room, I drag my legs over the side of the bed and carefully stand before slowly walking to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back!”
Abyss had me up and walking around after a couple of days in bed so I wouldn’t get too stiff, but I can’t go too far without my energy depleting or getting winded. And deep breaths are still bothersome due to the broken ribs.
After I finish my business and wash my hands, I take a moment to stare at my reflection in the mirror above the sink. I can almost open my left eye again, and the deep purple bruises that mar my skin are now turning a gross yellow-greenish color. Thinking about my last week of healing, I know I’ve been a great patient. Abyss even said he’s impressed with how well I comply with his orders.
That’s because you’re deathly afraid he’ll beat the snot out of you if you don’t. He’s bigger than Brad and look what he did.
Glancing away from the evidence of my terror, I glance longingly at the shower. Cece has helped me with sponge baths, but it’s nothing like standing under a hot spray to work out the knots.
As if on cue, Cece pushes her way through the bathroom door, and I raise my eyebrows.
“What? I heard you washing your hands and figured you were done.” She winks and opens the box in her hands. “This is a waterproof cast cover. I thought you might want a shower. I know I would.”
“Ohmigosh!” I blurt. “Yes, please.”
The see-through glove unfolds to reveal an arm-length cover. It has a blue rubber seal that suctions around the arm to protect the cast from getting wet. Very carefully, Cece wiggles it up my arm. Because of my ribs, it’s nearly impossible to lift my arms up too much without searing pain radiating through my chest, but she manages to make it as painless as possible.
“Do you need help in the shower?” she asks after it’s secure.
“I think I can wash myself with my good arm, but if you could help me wash my hair, I’d really appreciate it.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She curtsies with a grin. “Let’s get this gown off of you and wrap a towel around your body. Then I can get the shower ready. Luckily, there’s a detachable shower head and a steam feature to keep you warm.”
An hour later, I feel like a brand-new woman. Instead of a bra, Cece found a lined tank top and paired it with a button-down flannel shirt and black leggings. After she braids my hair, we walk with our arms intertwined to the hub of the clubhouse. Entering the room, I get my first look at the inner workings of Saints Purgatory.
There’s a bar, pool table, several tables and chairs, and a couple of couches. So far, no one seems to notice that we’ve walked in which gives me a minute to get my bearings.
And like a moth to a flame, I searchhimout. Grim is talking to someone I haven’t met yet over at the bar. Every inch of exposed skin on the other man is covered in tattoos.
Soul waves and heads in our direction. When he reaches us, he pulls Cece into his arms and kisses her with so much passion, it’s almost indecent. I’m happy for them because they clearly love each other immensely, but I’m also jealous.
