Apparently, the cut only needed a couple of butterfly bandages. I’m glad. It could’ve been so much worse.
“Thank you,” I say, nodding my head. She’s sweet. She reminds me of an older version of Gwen.
I wonder how the girls are doing?
Rowan mentioned they all got rescued. I don’t know by who, but I hope it was by good people.
“I’m surprised your alphas haven’t kicked this door down to get to you,” she says, chuckling softly under her breath before she turns off the faucets. “Especially after your crazy escape? They’ve got a lot of self-control.”
“They do. The handlers at the farm all thought they’d hurt me, but they never did, even when they were forced to take a lot of drugs.”
“Yeah, the booster does nasty work, I’ve seen some fighters at some fighting rings I pick up shifts at act bat shit insane,” She offers me a soft smile. “I think you’ve got a good bunch. I’ve met a lot of alphas in my line of work.”
I return her smile with a bright one of my own.
“They are awesome. I’m super lucky to have all of them, including Rowan.”
“If you ever need anything omega-related, just tell Griffin to call me, okay?”
“Okay!”
She unlocks the door and pushes it open.
“Okay, boys, care instruction time. Mirabelle’s gotta keep her wound dry until it scabs over and Rowan has to have his wound repacked every twenty-four hours for the next couple of days. Then it can move to forty-eight.”
“Thanks Roxie,” Griffin nods, standing and pulling out a few bills from the wad of cash Rowan gave him earlier and handing them to her. “Will you be able to swing by and help us again? Not sure if any of us really know how to repack a wound like that.”
“Sure,” Roxie nods. “It’ll have to be earlier in the day, most nights I’ve got shifts to catch.”
“Yeah, whatever schedule works for you is great, we’re just grateful for the help.”
“Thanks, Roxie,” Rowan says softly from the bed, his words slurred from the painkillers.
“Ah, that reminds me,” She says, pulling out an unmarked orange bottle of pills. “These are for Rowan.”
“Where’d you get these?”
Roxie lifts an eyebrow before she shakes her head with a laugh. “Don’t ask, don’t tell.”
“Got it,” Griffin nods.
“I already told Mirabelle if she needs anything to get you to call me. Dunno how much cash you have, but it’s important to take care of her after the stress of everything going on. Cuddles and proximity. Soft things and nesting materials. Good food, that sort of thing. Plus, I know she looks hot in the lingerie she’s in, but she’s gotta be in more comfy clothes.”
Ash stands from where he’s perched on the other bed and starts digging through the pile of clothes.
“Hi,” I say, shifting my weight from foot to foot as his eyes trail up my body. It’s like he’s trying to memorize the sight of me in the lingerie I’m wearing.
“Can she take a shower?” Ash growls. He’s talking to Roxie, but his eyes are locked onto me the entire time.
“With the waterproof bandages, yeah,” Roxie says, slowly. She eyes Ash knowingly. “Don’t be rough with her. She still can’t move her arm around that much.”
“Noted,” Ash drawls.
The air between us thickens with tension. It’s hard to breathe. Ash has seen me in a lot less than the lingerie I’m wearing right now, but under the intensity of his gaze, I feel more exposed than ever.
“Do you guys know what you’re doing for money?” Roxie asks, clearing her throat as she gathers the rest of her things.
“We’re gonna fight. Ash and I. Got all the contacts from my dad. Should be easy enough.”
