“Please just get to work without laying out the details,” Norie grumbles.“I really could do without all the gore.Seeing Swade all beaten up, helping with Tybal, and now my old man with a bullet wound.I really want to speed this up and get him in bed to rest.”
My head rears back.“I’m not getting into bed.”
“You should listen to her.Rest would be best for this arm,” the doctor states.
“Fuck rest.Norris is out there and so are our brothers.You said it yourself; it’s just a through and through.I’ll be fucking fine,” I grit while the fucker jabs me with a syringe.
Norie crosses her arms in front of her chest, pushing up those lush tits.The view gives me some distraction and the way she’s glaring at me is fuckin’ adorable.I know her reaction shows she cares, and I appreciate it a hell of a lot.I care about her too and it’s why I can’t, and won’t rest my ass in bed.
I need to be out there to make sure we get the fucker who tried to kill me twice already.There’s no way I’m going to wait until he succeeds, not while I have so much to live for.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Four days later
– NORIE –
“Do you think Norris made a run for it?”I ask Sevrin who is sitting across from me at the kitchen table.
It’s been four days since Fatal, along with others, went to the Norlick Ways MC clubhouse and wiped them out.Well, from what I’ve heard there were a few prospects at the whorehouse and strip club Norlick Ways owned.They’ve all ditched their cuts.Which only leaves Norris who is still in the wind.
Sevrin shrugs.“If he’s smart, he’ll leave the state.Though, Fatal called Big Daddy to give him an update.Every Kings of Anarchy chapter is looking for the fucker, and the only way he’ll escape our wrath is to crawl into a dark hole and die.”
“Or leave the country,” I add.
My uncle snickers.“Nope, that won’t help him shit either.We’ll get him soon enough, don’t worry.”
I sip my coffee and stare at my uncle.We’ve been meeting here every morning, sharing a cup of coffee while chatting for the past few days now.It’s kinda strange to think of him as my uncle while he looks the same age as me.
“How old are you?”I blurt.
He shoots me a grin.“Two and a half centuries.”
“Right.”I roll my eyes.“Try again.”
He keeps staring at me while sipping his coffee.For a fragment of a second, I swear his eyes flare with a light blue glow, but then it’s gone and I’m left second-guessing myself.
