“They all do.”
“And by pay, you mean—”
“The ground around the clubhouse will be very fertile in the coming years.”
“Dark,” Raff said. “I like it.”
“So, you figured we might want to team up to take them down. You, with your knowledge, us with our numbers,” Slash guessed.
“Exactly. I think we would make a good team.”
“What makes you think we want to go after them?”
“If you don’t, then I think I underestimated your club. Because if I hadn’t been following Roach that night, you would be down one of your men. Though, I’m not sure what he’s worth to you,” she said, her gaze flicking to me.
If anyone was looking more casually, they would have just seen indifference. But I was watching closely. I saw the tightness around her eyes that said she was not as calm and collected as she seemed. That she was, quite possibly, anxious about the whole situation.
And why wouldn’t she be?
Not only had she killed a man, but she’d been tracked down by the very men who stole everything that belonged to her, then rounded her girls up and forced them into prostitution. On top of that, she was one woman in a clubhouse full of unfamiliar men.
She had a lot on the line.
And she was holding her own.
It was impressive.
“I mean, Colter’s gotta be worth a finger or two, right?” Raff asked. “Someone’s gotta lose a whole head for what they did to my sexy-ass thigh, though.”
“Is it impossible for you to be serious?” Slash asked, shaking his head.
“Hey, you had the option to shove me up in my bedroom. You chose to have me out here.”
“Dylan, we should—”
Slash was interrupted by a knock on the door.
He cast a look around and got a shrug from Raff. “Probably time to get my wound dressing changed.”
Sway walked to the door, glancing out the window beside it. “He’s right. It’s Dr. Price,” he said, opening the door to let him in.
“I came to check on my patient,” he said as he came in with his leather medicine bag.
Not many doctors did house calls anymore.
It was one of the perks of a small town.
Something a lot of us were worried we might lose as the developers got their plans approved and broke ground. Though, I figured the club would always be able to entice Dr. Price to visit as our own personal concierge doctor. Money talked. Not even good men like the town doctor were immune to the appeal.
“Doc. Good. I’m going crazy over here,” Raff said, throwing his arms out.
“It’s only been, what, two days?” Dr. Price asked, shaking his head. “I think you can manage to stay down for another ten.”
Conversation stalled as Slash and the others made their way over toward the kitchen to look more natural.
“I need to thank you,” I said when we were standing there alone. “I had no idea there was someone behind me.”
“He crept up while you were knocking the other guy out.”
