He doesn’t say anything. Just silence.
“Think about what you want, Luke. Are you willing to lose the best woman who has ever walked into your life? If you’re not, then message me, and we’ll talk to her together.”
With that I hang up. He needs to decide what he wants. If he’s smart, he’ll make the right choice.
Before I know it I’m at the clubhouse. I wave to the prospects in the guard shack, happy to see them both there and alert.
I pull up beside Hank’s bike and smirk. Guess Mack held true to his word.
Picking up my medical bag from the passenger seat, I head inside. For the time it is, the club is already alive. Brothers are drinking beers, club girls are milling around, or sitting on someone’s lap. Mack is nowhere in sight. I head toward Earl’s office, hoping to find him there.
When I get to Earl’s office the door is shut, but I knock.
“Come in,” Sam’s deep timbre voice shouts.
Opening the door, I see him and Earl both sitting at the desk looking at something on a computer while Mack stands off to the side.
“This is the one,” Sam says boldly.
“They’re getting a crib for the clubhouse. Do you believe it, man?” Mack says, stepping over to me. “Did you ever think we’d see the day?”
“No, but it looks like times are changing.” I grin. Happy to see it too. It’s high time for some little ones to bring life into this clubhouse. I know how much Earl is looking forward to the birth of Ash’s baby. He missed out seeing her grow up, but he plans to be there fully for his grandchild.
“I need to talk to Josh real quick then I’m headed home to be with my woman,” Mack tells them, giving Earl and Sam a little salute.
“Don’t forget to tell Ryker to call me,” Sam reminds Mack as I step out of the room.
Mack mumbles something about not forgetting and steps out behind me, shutting the door.
“So, on a scale of one to ten, how pissed is Hank?”
“Man, he’s nowhere near on that scale. If he hasn’t found a way to remove the door, bust through it, or climb out a window, I’ll be surprised.” Mack lets out a laugh.
As we walk through the common area of the clubhouse, my eyes scan the area. I’ve never been one to just hang out here, always too busy with school, then the hospital. Even now, I feel like an outsider at times. Sitting out in the open with a club girl sucking my cock while I talk to my brother, isn’t something I long to do.
“He doesn’t have a gun in his room, does he?” I ask, suddenly nervous. Mack just shrugs his shoulders in response.
When we get to the room he stands to the side of the door, and I raise my eyebrow in confusion.
“What? You were the one who mentioned a gun. I’ve got a baby on the way. I can’t afford to get shot.” He looks at the key in his hand and then back at me. “On second thought, you can open the door. Just give the key back to Earl for me.” With that, he hands me the key and takes off running down the hallway, cackling like a hyena the entire way.
I take a deep breath, place the key in the lock and turn it. There’s no rush to the door, flinging it open, which has me worried even more. While Hank can be soft hearted, he can be the most sadistic killer known to man when provoked or angered.
Knowing I can’t put this off any longer, I take hold of the handle and open the door. I’ve not even stepped a foot across the threshold, when a book flies across the room, barely missing my head.
“Get the fuck out!” he bellows, anger lacing each word he utters.
“Hank.” I step further inside, shutting the door behind me. Hank’s sitting on the bed, his back resting against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him, crossed as he glares at me.
“Fuck you, Doc. I said get the hell out.” He doesn’t move, just scowls at me.
“Hank, I was hoping you’d be calmer by now.”
“You’d be better off hopin’ for rainbows to spurt from your ass.” He lets his head fall back, hitting the wall above the headboard with a hard thunk. “How could you, man? You knew I had feelings for her. That we’d gotten close. I thought you were my brother.” He adds at the end with a snarl.
“You are my brother. But she wasn’t just yours. You knew her and Luke had been seeing each other. And fuck, man, I can’t help that I couldn’t fight my feelings for her.” I run my hand through my hair, and hope that he doesn’t chuck something at my head again, as I move closer to him. “Veronica wants all three of us. She doesn’t want to choose. Is that so bad?”
He moves off the headboard, feet swinging off the bed onto the floor. “Yes, it is. She was mine. And now I don’t have her.”
