“Good job not dyin’ on us, asshole,” Axel sasses, my heavily lidded eyes finding him standing behind Lily.
“Don’t even joke about that,” Lily scolds him.
“Sorry, darlin’.”
I clear my throat and before I am able to speak, Lily is shoving the straw back into my mouth again. I take a few more sips to appease her, and she places the large water cup on the side table.
“What happened?” I rasp out.
My memories are foggy. I remember Tate killing his father and taking down Atlas, but the rest is a blur.
Axel rubs the back of his neck and looks down at Lily.
“Yeah, what happened?” she parrots, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at Axel.
He’s wearing a fresh outfit, but Lily is wearing the same clothes from when we left the lake house. I don’t like it. I should be taking better care of her.
“Sasquatch got the upper hand on you, but luckily, his aim was shit. Nearly scalped your bald head, but you got lucky. I don’t even know how many stitches they put in that massive head of yours, but besides that, you only have a small skull fracture,” he explains.
“You’ll have some pain for a while, some headaches, but the doctor says it should heal on its own. They’re letting you come home tomorrow.”
“Okay,” I reply.
Even though I want to ask wherehomeis? Are we going back to the compound? Are we staying at the lake house?
“We’re going back to the compound,” Axel says, answering the question I didn’t verbally ask. “We’re settin’ the Omegas up in the Prez’s old house for now. Lily will stay with us at the clubhouse.”
I don’t miss Lily’s grimace when he mentions her stepfather. I’m still not sure what she knows, so I keep my mouth shut. I lick my lips, and she brings the straw to my mouth again.
“Baby girl, I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine. You don’t know how scared I was. So you’re going to shut up, drink your water, and let me take care of you. I want to. It’s something to keep my mind on,” she chastises me.
“Okay,” I reply as she shoves the straw back into my mouth.
“Lily and I are gonna go get the dog and the van with our shit. We’ll come back in the mornin’ to bring your sorry-ass home.”
“Give her big-ass head a kiss for me,” I tell Lily.
“I will,” she promises, leaning down to kiss my cheek.
It’s probably a mixture of the head injury and the complete lack of sleep over the past week, but as soon as they leave, I fall right back to sleep.
I’m settledin my old room in the clubhouse, petting Winnie between my legs, just waiting for Lily to come back and spend time with me. I hate feeling useless like I do right now.
But I’m definitely not the only one. Axel’s arm is still sore, although he’s fine. Ink and Blaze are both healing from gunshot wounds, and the club is now down nine members—ten if you include Dread being shunned.
The club is anemic, and my greatest fear is being indisposed if shit goes south. The door clicks open, and Winnie’s head pops up, both of us hoping it’s Lily, but it’s just Tate.
There are deep, dark purple bags under his eyes. He looks like shit as he walks in and sits in the chair in the corner.
“How you feelin’?” he asks.
“Better. My head still hurts like a motherfucker, but I’ll live. Everything cleaned up?” I ask.
“We dropped the bodies off at the Wraiths’ clubhouse and Mickey set it on fire,” he informs me in a disinterested voice.
“I thought the plan was to make it look like this shit never happened?” I ask him.
