“Who shot Lionel. Really?”
“Hatch.”
I gasped. “Oh my god. Then why would the cops tell my mom law enforcement did it?”
“That was your one question, Tate.” He unzipped the bag and pulled out clean clothes, setting them beside me on the bed.
I wrinkled my nose. “You’re kind of a pain in the butt, Parker Wallace.”
He smiled cupping my face. “I promise, I’ll fill you in on most of it... eventually. But right now, I want you home, in our bed where I know you and the baby are safe.”
I sighed, wrapping my arms around his waist. “God, that sounds really good.”
“You’re never leaving the house again. You’ll have an armed escort wherever you go, and you’ll—”
I set my fingers over his mouth. “Which one? Never leaving the house again or I’ll have an armed escort where I go?”
“Can it be both?” he mumbled behind my fingers.
“I’m really glad I had the necklace, honey, but I seriously hope I never have to use it again.”
“Me too.” He kissed me gently. “Okay, let’s get you dressed. I have a feeling your mom’s already got my mom on cooking patrol at our place.”
My stomach rumbled. “I’m actually starving, so that works for me.”
“The house is full, so just say the word and I’ll take you to a hotel.”
“I’m good, Flash. I love our family.”
He frowned. “Fuck, I thought you might say that.”
He helped me get dressed, then we waited for my discharge paperwork and a wheelchair, and I was finally released into the care of my family.
Walking into the house, I was suddenly surrounded by at least a dozen bikers and their families, all taking care to hug me gently as they passed me off to each of them.
Once I got to Mack, he held me a little bit longer before cupping my face. “Just so you know, Erin’s been fired.”
“Why?”
“Because the cunt wanted to leave early which is why she pawned Lionel off on you to begin with. She knew the rule. It didn’t matter if he asked for you or not, she does the fuckin’ intake.”
“Oh,” I rasped.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ bury the bitch.”
“Okay, honey, maybe take it down a notch and let Tate enjoy being home,” his wife, Darien, said, pulling me in for a hug. “He’s been pacing like a caged tiger all day. He’ll work it out.”
Mack dragged his hands through his hair. “Right, sorry.”
“It’s okay, Mack,” I said. “It’s not your fault.”
Flash made his way to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Time for you to get off your feet,” he said, guiding me to the sofa.
I curled up on the sectional while my family catered to my every need. I wasn’t allowed on my feet except to walk to the bathroom, and even then, Flash went with me.
By the time Flash kicked everyone out, the sun was setting, and I could barely keep my eyes open.
“Do you want your mom to stay?” Flash asked as everyone started leaving.
