“That’s why we were arguing. She doesn’t think Ideservehim.”
I didn’t like the way Waverley’s eyes were going unfocused. I walked over to her and put an arm around her waist, looking her over and brushing some hair out of her face.
“You dizzy?” I asked. She shook her head, but that made her wobble a bit more.
“This is about some fucking crush you have on one of my men?” King whirled back on Tanya. She was huddled up, her arms wrapped around her legs. “This true?” King looked at me.
“There was a… thing, yeah,” I said reluctantly, blowing out a sigh, keeping a tight grip on Wave.
He got in my face then. “You did something that almost got Waverley hurt?” he snapped.
I stood my ground as Waverley grabbed King’s arm and tried to push him back.
“Dad, will you stop? This isn’t about the Kingsmen, and it isn’t about anything Hudson has done.”
Waverley touched a hand to her forehead, eliciting a look of concern from him. But she went on.
“She’s obsessed with him, and she doesn’t like that Hudson just,” she licked her lips and glanced at me. “Claimed me.”
“Don’t sound so thrilled about it,” I mutter. “I never gave her any sign there was something between us. That’s beside the point. What the fuck was she doing throwing shit at you?”
“I don’t like her, and this is fucked up, but… just let it go. She doesn’t need to be taken away for questioning and torture,” Waverley addressed King. “My head is killing me.”
King put his hands on his hips and looked more closely at her. More guys had come back out to see what was going on. It wasn’t often King got involved in shit like this and seeing him so angry and shouting at the front of the clubhouse twice in less than an hour caused interest.
King took a step back and looked at Tanya. “I want you off this compound. You get your shit and get out. I never want to see your face back here again.”
Tanya sobbed again, but no one went to help her. After a few moments of realizing she had no support, she pulled herself up and ran away, towards the annex without a backward glance, a loud wracking cry tearing from her.
War, who I hadn’t noticed had come outside, came up beside his father.
“I want her watched when she goes,” King told him. “This might be a stupid infatuation situation for her, but she threw that rock at Waverley’s head and if Handlebar hadn’t seen it, this could have turned out differently.”
No one argued and War nodded before turning to his sister. I turned to her too, touching her cheek and tilting her head to me. I didn’t like what I was seeing. I looked over at Handlebar. “Go get Medic,” I said. He didn’t have to go far. Medic was already watching. He came over once he realized I’d asked for him.
I walked her over to a picnic bench and Medic crouched in front of her.
“Waverley, look at me, can you follow my finger?” he started moving it in front of her face. She followed it, but her eyes crossed for a second. “Your pupils are dilated,” he told her. “Do you feel nauseous, dizzy?”
“A little,” she mumbled.
“Is she alright?” War came and crouched beside Medic.
“It could be a concussion.” He got up, and I moved out of the way so he could examine the wound on the back of her head. “This is bleeding pretty bad. It’s gonna need stitches.”
My blood pressure spiked. I almost felt the need to carry through on King’s threats and take Tanya to the Shed. How fucking dare she do this? It was a good thing King was kicking her out. I don’t know what I might do if she came near me again.
“Things sure have been exciting around here since you came home, kiddo,” War said, taking Waverley’s hand and helping her up. “Let’s get you back to Medic’s room.”
“I’m glad to entertain you,” Waverley gave him a little smile.
When she wobbled, I stepped in and picked her up, cradling her against my bare chest, forgetting I was half dressed.
“I’m okay,” she said. “You don’t need to carry me.”
“No you’re not,” I told her. I carried her all the way to the room at the back of the clubhouse where Medic worked whenever anyone had an injury. “Can’t leave you for a second can I?” I asked, gently putting her down on the bed.
“I can take care of myself.”
