CHAPTER FIFTEEN
–NORIE –
“Stop being lazy and wake up from your slumber, girl.”A voice flows through my head.
I’m pretty sure I’m not hearing it out loud because it feels more like a pull on my brain instead of entering my ears.Strangely enough, it feels like a timer going off, reminding myself naptime is over.My eyes fly open and I gasp for air.
“Cough,” Swade murmurs.
Blinking a few times against the blur of...why am I completely drenched?
“I said cough, Norie,” Swade whispers and roughly pulls my arm to turn me and starts to smack my back.
“What the...”I sputter.
“Fucking cough, you just drowned,” Swade hisses in a whisper and my gaze connects with Sevrin.
His silver eyes glow with a spark like the sun hitting ice.It was his voice that told me to stop being lazy.As if on cue I fall into a coughing fit.
“Get it all out, girl,” Swade says and I frown at him.
My teeth start to chatter when a gush of wind reminds me of my drenched state.When I look at the crate everything comes rushing back and this time my reaction isn’t an act and instead of coughing, I start to sob.
“Move,” I hear Fatal growl and then I’m in his arms.
He doesn’t even care about my soaked clothes and presses me close to his chest.“Swade, get my keys and ride my bike back to the clubhouse.Wesson, you’re driving, let’s go.My old lady needs to be warm, and someone call the damn doctor so he’s there when we arrive.”
“What I need,” I manage to grit between chattering teeth, “is Gilpin’s head on a stick so I can shove it up his dead ass.”
“He won’t be breathing for long, sweet thing, I fucking swear,” Fatal says while Swade opens the door of the SUV.
“I’m right behind you,” Sevrin grunts.
Fatal lifts his chin and I notice Heart and Lumos straddling their bikes in front of the SUV.Wesson gets behind the wheel and I suddenly feel completely drained.Snuggling closer against Fatal’s chest, I close my eyes and let myself drift off.
Soft strokes over my head wake me along with Fatal’s voice.“Wake up, baby.”
“Don’t want to,” I grumble and rub my cheek against the denim of his cut, letting his familiar scent soothe me.
“I got you,” he tells me and carries me out of the SUV.
Swade is holding the door of the clubhouse open while Fatal is still carrying me.I bury my face into Fatal’s chest, not wanting to see the faces of the other bikers.What if I see pity, or the ugly way Gilpin looked at me right before he punched me in the face.Not to mention, some might even think I’m a weak woman, one their president needs to carry instead of walking back into the clubhouse myself.
“Put me down.I can walk.”I try to wiggle but Fatal’s grip tightens around my back and legs.
“Not happening.You’re cold, soaking wet, and need a shower right fucking now.”
“They’re gonna think I’m weak,” I croak, and hate feeling vulnerable.
Fatal kicks his door shut, but I watch over his shoulder as Sevrin shoves it back open, Swade entering right behind him.
Turning, Fatal rumbles, “For fuck’s sake, go wait in the main room.Norie needs a shower, clean clothes, and a warm bed.None of which will she need you two to be present for.”
