“I’m aware.”
Cash sighed. “Let me put this food down and I’ll help you up.”
Before he could do that, another voice entered the fray.
“What the heck happened?” Katie demanded.
Katie was Flea’s sister, who had been a registerednurse for years, but went back to school to become a Physician’s Assistant, and she now worked in private practice with Gina, the wife of Clutch, the VP of the Burning Saints. Flea was one of my best friends, but that didn’t mean I wanted his sister all up in my business.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.”
I groaned. This was the voice of my club president, Hatch.
“Why the hell is Razor on the floor?” he bellowed.
“He fell when he got up to pee,” Cash said. “Unsanctioned because he was supposed to keep his ass in the chair while I grabbed food.”
“He’s not supposed to be alone, Cash.”
“I was gone less than fifteen minutes. I made sure he had everything he needed before I left. He was supposed to stay put.”
All of a sudden, I was looking up at Hatch’s wife, Maisie. “Hello, darling.”
She was sweet, she was gorgeous, she was British, and the fact she was seeing me flat on my back was humiliating.
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Hey, Maisie.”
“Did you do anymore damage when you fell, love?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Right, you’re coming home with us.”
“What?” I rasped.
“You clearly cannot be left alone,” she said. “And I’m not okay with one of my boys hurting. We have plenty of space, we have a room on the firstfloor that’s perfect with an en-suite, and I’m home all day with nothing to do, which means, I can take care of you.”
Hatch let out a quiet grunt. “Sunshine—”
“If anything other than, ‘Yeah, baby, you’re right. Razor needs to come home with us,’ is about to come out of that sexy mouth of yours, husband, then shut it.”
If I hadn’t been in so much pain, I would have laughed, especially when she did a spot-on impression of him, deepening her voice and adopting a rather impressive American accent to boot.
Maisie hunkered down beside me. “Unless, you’d rather be with your mum, darling, but I really think you need to be with your family. People who can take care of you. At least until you’re well enough to be on your own.”
“He can’t go to our mom’s,” Angelica piped in. “She lives in a split level with more stairs than Machu Picchu. It was great for us as kids, but Gio can’t navigate—”
“Okay enough about what I can’t do,” I hissed.
“Let’s get him up,” Cash said, and the women stepped aside so Hatch and Cash could lift me up.
“Watch his shoulder,” Katie warned as she guided my walker in front of me.
Hatch and Cash lifted me to my feet, a herculean task, considering the Spiders that had fucked me up had broken my femur, fibula,andtibia on my right leg, dislocated my left shoulder and wrist, not to mention, given me one hell of a concussion and three broken ribs. Three long and intensive surgeries later,my leg was ‘fixed,’ but I was going to have to wear a cast for the next two months and physical therapy would start as soon as the cast came off.
My bike was and would remain stored at the club for the foreseeable future.
Fuck my life.
