“I don’t want to be the reason for your tears.” Ryatt gathered my tears on his thumb.
Cruz cocked his head to the side. “I do.”
Ryatt narrowed his gaze. “You want her to cry?”
“No. I want to be the reason for her tears because she’s choking on my cock.”
“You’re a dick.” Ryatt jerked his elbow back, catching Cruz in the gut. “Ah, fuck, that hurt.” He gripped his ribs.
“Looks like I’m the reason for your tears, too.”
Once he was stripped, Ryatt sat on the bed and covered his lower body with the blanket. I took a step back, but Cruz was there. His hands rested on my shoulders, then trekked lower to wrap around my waist.
I leaned into him, needing his reassurance because I was putting on a good front. Inside, I was wrecked. Black eyes, swollen cheek, cuts and lacerations, and every time Ryatt moved, he hissed a breath. I didn’t need to be a nurse to know he was in bad shape.
Levi checked his face first. “I know you don’t want to go to the hospital, but there are some things I can’t fix. I’m not my mom. Inhale through your nose.” He did. “It doesn’t look broken.” She dispensed antiseptic onto a sterile pad and dabbed the cuts onto his cheeks and lips.
“I can take a punch.”
She snorted. “Did you lose consciousness at any point?”
“No.”
“Okay, tell me where you hurt.”
“Ribs and shoulders are pretty fucked up.”
She rested her hands on his ribcage. “Breathe for me.”
He winced as he drew in a deep inhale.
“You won’t know if your ribs are broken without an X-ray. With this much bruising, assume at least a couple of them are cracked.”
“I heard a pop.”
“Then you’ve probably broken a rib. Six weeks of no heavy lifting. No rigorous exercise or activities.”
Cruz smiled. “You won’t be riding your bike or our girl for a few weeks.”
“Seriously?” Taking a move from Ryatt, I elbowed Cruz, shifted away from him, and sat next to Ryatt on the bed.
Romeo laughed.
“Fuck, dude, even if I could ride, I don’t have a bike. I’m not touching the other part of your statement.” He smiled through the pain and tucked my tangled hair behind my ear. “I will be touching you.”
Ryatt adjusted the blanket to keep his dick covered, and Levi cleaned the cuts on his torso. “I…uh…I lost your phone,” he said to me. “Rather they took it along with my bike, my clothes, and my dignity, but what’s a little humiliation to go along with an ass kicking.”
Cruz narrowed his gaze. “Those pricks ambushed you, held a fucking gun to your head, and for the shit they did to you, they deserve everything they’re getting from Rogue, Bullet, and Dozer.”
“Rogue and Bullet?” I asked.
The room grew quiet. Levi glanced from Cruz to Romeo.
“What am I missing?” I asked.
“Fuck.” Cruz cursed.
“Nothing, Micki.” Cruz spoke but glanced away from me. Obviously, he was unwilling to lie to my face because it didn’t seem like nothing. It definitely seemed like I was the only one in the dark about how Rogue and Bullet were involved.
