“Are you sure he knows about you?”
Grabbing my purse, I pulled out the picture of Steele and my mother. Shoving it at King, I yelled, “He fucking knows.”
“Son of a bitch,” King whispered as he stared at the picture.
I snatched it back and set it on the counter. “Get out.” I didn’t wait for him to respond. I went down the hall to my room and slammed the door.
The next morning, I woke up to a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen on my nightstand. My clothes were still on, well, except for the shirt I knew I had discarded, and I was tucked into my bed. The note on the table said he’d stayed all night to make sure I was okay.
I groaned, thinking not only was he not an asshole rapist, but it seemed maybe he was a gentleman after all.
Chapter One
King
I sat in a chair next to Tank’s bed, waiting for the bastard to wake up so I could chew his ass out. His fucking hero complex almost got him killed this time.
There was a knock on the door a second before it opened, and Cash, my VP and one of my best friends, walked in.
“I’m taking Rose back to the clubhouse. You need anything?”
“No, I’m good. If I do, I’ll call a prospect,” I told him, turning back to watch over the man lying unconscious in the bed. “He still out there?” I asked.
“Yeah. Says he wants to make sure Tank is okay, but I don’t know. From what Rose says, Sinclair doesn’t do anything that doesn’t benefit Sinclair.”
“What do you think his angle is?”
“Haven’t got a clue. I’d like to think because there are so few people in the world with his blood type, that he’s doing this because he may need the same one day.” Cash looked at the closed door. “Though I don’t think that’s it.”
“From what I understand, the location of people with this blood type is guarded pretty heavily. Tank may need his own fucking bodyguard when he wakes up.”
“Jonah’s on his way. Johnny and Archie are watching over Keys.”
I looked at Cash. “Why is Jonah coming up?”
He tilted his head to the side, and I knew what was coming.
“To stand watch outside this fucking door. I’m not leaving my president without a guard.”
I rubbed my hands over my face. “I don’t need a fucking babysitter.”
“Fuck you, Prez.” Cash grinned. “You just said Tank might need his own bodyguard, and with that asshole hanging around, I’m not taking any chances.”
“Who took Grace back?”
“Gunner and Haizley,” he answered.
I nodded. I’d sent Grace back to the clubhouse with the others. She wasn’t happy, but I needed her safe. I couldn’t be worried about her right now. My men would protect her.
“Thanks, brother. For everything,” I said, looking at Cash again.
“Fear no shadow,” Cash said.
“For your brothers stand with you,” I finished. It was something we came up with when we left Arkansas. Something honorable to live by.
Cash slipped out of the room, and I stood up and began to pace. Walking over to the window, I stared outside and wondered what the hell we were doing this shit for. I’d wanted this club to be something different.
Something we could be proud of.
