I shrugged. “Sort of. Why?”
He grinned. “Think you could put in a good word for me? She’s hot as hell. It’s been a while since we’ve had a fresh rotation of girls in this hospital.”
I gripped the cooler as tightly as possible to keep from slugging the man. “You’re not really her type.”
He searched my eyes. “Shit, sorry. She your girl or something?”
I rolled my shoulders to try and relax. “She was at one point. But, not anymore.”
“Ah. Well, sorry anyway. Sometimes we aren’t the ones that want the break ups.”
“You’re telling me.”
And just as he turned his back, a thought crossed my mind. “Hey, can I ask you something?”
He whipped back around to face me. “Sure, what’s up?”
“Do incidents like this happen at the hospital often?”
He chuckled. “We know how to deal with threatening gang bangers. Unfortunately, it’s not our first, or last, time we’ll have to deal with them. But security’s always got our back.”
“So, security is usually the ones to handle outbursts like that?”
He shrugged. “We’ve got silent alarm buttons everywhere, but yeah. Our security guards are well-trained, so they’re our first line of defense.”
I didn’t like that shit one bit. “Right, right.”
He grinned. “Trust me, Lexi’s just fine inside these walls.”
I snickered. “If you say so.”
After parting ways with the young man, I headed back to the warehouse that had effectively become our home as well as our clubhouse. And even though Will’s words should have given me comfort, they didn’t. I was worried about her. From the looks of it, she had pissed someone off in the cartel, and that was never a good situation to be in.
Plus, Will was right.
She looked even sexier than the last time I had laid eyes on her.
“Jesus, you fucking took long enough,” Notch grumbled.
He yanked the cooler out of my hand before Ruby yelled for him. They were tending to the smaller wounds on everyone while I dug around for a few things myself before going to sit beside West. I numbed him up a bit before starting a running whip stitch I’d been taught during my Army medic days.
And it wasn’t until West chuckled that I came back to reality.
“You got something on that mind of yours?”
I flickered my gaze to him before clearing my throat. “It’s nothing.”
He barked with laughter. “Fine. If you don’t wanna talk, I don’t either. But, don’t fuck up my stitches. I want to tattoo over this bad boy someday.”
I rolled my eyes. “Any more of them and there won’t be an ounce of skin left on your body.”
“Church!” Stone roared.
We all finished patching each other up as much as we could before we hobbled and stumbled and gathered in the massive living room. We all flopped onto couches and into recliners, resting our tired bodies after a fucking bullshit marathon of a day. I closed my eyes and drew in deep breaths. I tried to put Lexi out of my mind as much as possible.
Then, Stone brought up the main issue we needed to sort through. “So, we need to figure out how the hell to get Diego out of the situation he’s in.”
Hayley peeked her head around the corner. “I know it’s church time, but I actually might have a solution to that problem?”
