Reaper hung up, and I stared at the phone before looking up at Ravage. “I really fucking hate you Golden Skulls. Bad enough I’ve got to deal with you,” I said, pointing at Kronos, who wouldn’t stop glaring at Ravage, “but now him.” Sighing, I moved back to my seat at the head of the table, leaned back in my chair, and hung my head as I closed my eyes.
Cash chuckled. “At least Ravage isn’t Massacre, so that’s something.”
I slowly turned to look at my VP and growled, “Really? That’s all you have to say?” When Cash shrugged but said nothing more, I sat up and sighed. “I don’t know if you’ve heard, Ravage, but the Death Dogs attacked my club. Killed one of my brothers, one of Zeus’ men and his prospect, and two girls. Several others were wounded, and I’ve got brothers still in the hospital and some here that need a few more days before they are back at one hundred percent, so whatever shit you are in, I hope you have a plan to get out of it, because I’m spread too thin. And before yousay anything, I don’t give a damn what Reaper said. I’ve got my own problems.”
I could feel Cash and Nav’s eyes boring a hole into me. For different reasons. They both knew Ravage was my brother, but given what I’d seen at the Tumbleweed, Ravage and Nav had a history I wasn’t aware of. He wouldn’t turn his back on him even if I ordered him to. And Cash, well, I could feel his disappointment without looking at him. Cash didn’t grow up with siblings. It was something he’d always wanted and a motivator for joining the club.
Grunting, Ravage winced as he slowly got to his feet. “Sorry I brought more trouble to your doorstep. I’ll leave.”
“Sit your ass back down,” I snarled, pointing at him. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t help. I just asked if you had a fucking plan? Are you fucking hurt?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Cash, text Patch,” I ordered.
“I said it was nothing,” Ravage growled.
“My house. My rules,” I snarled back. “Now sit the fuck down.”
I stared him down, my jaw starting to ache with the pressure of grinding my back teeth together, waiting for him to follow my order. He glanced at Nav, who gave a quick nod.
Jealousy reared inside of me. Ravage was my fucking brother. I should be the one he looked to for assurance. But he didn’t know shit about the connection we shared.
The room felt heavy, the tension thick between us. Ravage ran a hand over his wounds and finally muttered, “I’ve got something in mind, but I need a few days.”
Looking at the state he was in, I wasn’t convinced, but I nodded. “You’ve got forty-eight hours, Ravage. Don’t make me regret this.”
Moments later, Patch walked in. “Who’s hurt now?”
Cash, Nav, and I all pointed at Ravage. Kronos and Zeus had been suspiciously silent once they learned Ravage was Morpheus’ son.
Patch dropped a bag on the table and ordered, “Cut and shirt off. I need to see what I’m working with.”
Ravage removed his cut and placed it on the table, then painfully removed his shirt. The second he lifted it, I got a look at his injuries. Something sharp stabbed my chest.
“Jesus fuck,” Kronos said, “He’s been to hell and back.”
I said nothing as my eyes traveled over him from head to toe. My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms.
“Everyone, get out,” I snarled. When no one moved, I roared, “GET THE FUCK OUT!”
Nav and Cash stood and ushered Kronos and Zeus out of the room. When Patch went to grab his bag, I ordered, “Leave the fucking bag.”
Patch nodded and disappeared with the others, leaving me alone with Ravage. I took a few seconds before I stood and walked over and sat in a chair next to him. Reaching for the bag, I dumped it over, spilling the contents. “Sit down before you fall down.”
“I can tend my own wounds, King.”
I glared at him.
Ravage slowly sat.
Shaking my head, I reached over, carefully pulling the bandage from his shoulder, and sighed. “A bullet wound.”
He nodded.
“And your stomach?”
“The same.”
