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Dom straightened then and said, “Got my SUV here. It should be better to get her to your place. I’ll drive your car back to your house.”

I held out my hand and said, “Thanks, brother.”

He lifted his chin.

***

Five minutes later, I had Tatum loaded up in Dom’s SUV, and we were pulling out of the hospital, when I asked, “Want to stop anywhere on the way home?”

I caught her glance at me, as she bit her bottom lip, then she winced, as she brought her fingers to her cheek.

I tightened my hold on the wheel.

Wishing I had punched Lance even harder.

He needed another broken bone... or ten. Or hell, I’d be happy with all of them being broken.

“What is it, Tink?” I asked as I stopped at the stoplight.

Hesitantly, she asked, “I’m hungry. Can we stop and get me some soup at Chick-fil-A?”

I nodded. “Sounds good. Been wanting to get a sandwich from there.”

We stopped at Chick-fil-A in the drive-thru. I ordered her soup, and my sandwich, paid, got our food, and then we headed to my house.

And in the driveway and along the road, I saw vehicles. So many vehicles that they took up almost the entire end of the road I lived on.

Nothing was better than living in a small town.

And if I ever needed proof, all I had to do was remember today.

‘Failure is a bruise. Not a tattoo.’

– John Sinclair

Chapter 9

Tatum

I eyed Garrick as he drove to his house.

Honestly, everything that had taken place once Lance hit me felt like a blur.

I was still trying to wrap my head around everything Garrick had done since I called him.

I had no clue that he would actually come.

And then I felt like a bitch.

How many times has Garrick been there for me?

How many times have his actions shown that I could trust him?

The answer... more times than I can count.

The moment we pulled down his road, and I saw all the vehicles, I felt my face go white. “What on earth?”

I felt Garrick’s eyes on me as he maneuvered Dom’s SUV down the road, and then he pulled into his driveway.