“Not leaving my side, sweet cheeks.” I can feel his erection against my backside, and I try not to squirm more. Lucian hands the folder back to Mal and says, “Put that in my office. We’ll talk about it. I had wondered if they knew each other, but thinking about it now, the situation at Blissful Passages could have been targeted. Justin likely has more planned than originally thought.” My body locks up at the name. Lucian’s hand caresses my stomach. “Babe, it appears that Justin might have put a target on me, too, back in September.”
I gasp, and the panic pumps through my body. “No. I don’t know why. Is this because of Dean?” I ask, and before I know it, I’m lifted and being carried. My head swims, and I feel like I’m going to faint.
“Lach,” is barked, and then everything goes black.
Chapter Seven
Judge
That fucker owns the company that sent the chemicals to my town. Justin is a dead man, not only for what he did to Evie but also for fucking with my club and businesses. Touching her already signed his death warrant, but now I plan to make his life miserable.
Feeling her body tremble and then her knees wobble, I realize she’s heading for unconsciousness. I lift her into my arms before she goes out, and Lach directs me to put her back on the exam table, but I don’t. I walk out the door and straight for the grand staircase. Lach shouts my name, but it doesn’t register; all I can think about is that my woman is out cold, and the part of me that has maintained control since being a teenager now itches to throw punches and settle this the old-fashioned way.
When I reach the second floor, I turn towards my wing of the house. With a raised foot, I kick the door open, and Bear starts barking. He’s standing over Cassini’s kennel, and I don’t know if that’s good or bad.
Striding to the bedroom, which happens to be the front room, and the Alaskan King bed, I lay my girl on it and step back to allow Lach to check her over.
“I told you to take it easy with her. Between the head injury and everything else she went through. Hammer also mentioned she has been on edge for a while. Do you know when she ate last?”
“No.” I drop my head, embarrassed that I didn’t even think about food. I start to move away, and her hand moves to take mine.
“Don’t leave me,” she says so softly that it hurts my heart. I sit on the bed, her head drifts near my hip, and I hold her hand. Lach moves in closer. “I am hungry. He wouldn’t let me eat.”
“Spider, get her some food.”
“I’ll text Gus. What do you want me to get her?”
I look down at Evie. She shakes her head, unsure what she wants.
“Are you allergic to anything?” Lach asks.
“No.”
“How about the bisque and a chicken tenders basket?”
“What kind of bisque?” Evie starts to sit up, but both Lach and I push her back down.
“Rest, Evie,” he tells her.
“Don’t move, baby,” I order.
“The bisque is a butternut and cider.”
“That sounds good. Can I have ranch with my tenders and fries?”
“I don’t see why not. Gus makes fresh ranch.”
“Yummy.” She curls into me, and now, I have to question her. I don’t want to upset her again, but something about Perez set her off.
I start with something simple. “Baby, how do you know Dean Perez?”
“He went to college with Justin. He’s creepy, and I don’t like being around him, but he and Justin have been talking more lately.”
“Fuck,” Hammer says, and we all nod.
“Is there a problem?” Evie asks, looking up at me.
“Not with you, babe, but Dean Perez might have hurt a woman here, and then he tried to get one of our businesses shut down. Thank god it was only OSHA doing the tests and not someone else.”
