“You could buy a house with what you save,” she snarked.
“I’ll keep it in mind,” I finally said with a small smile, and she gave me a triumphant grin, but we both knew we’d just go through this next month because I was always going to get Will what he needed. Exactly what he needed. Because he was mine.
My blood began to boil. Even if the dickhead was hiding out at the clubhouse—make that make sense, when he was also pissed off at King and Undertaker—and wasn’t speaking to me, he would be my top priority.
“Motherfucker,” I snarled under my breath and tugged down the brim of my bowler hat to block the sun on my way out the door.
By the time I arrived at the clubhouse it was past dinnertime. I was hungry and beyond furious, since I’d spent the whole drive from the pharmacy going over the night Will had walked his happy ass out of my life. Part of me wanted to ask him if he would go somewhere to work this out over a meal—the rest of me wanted to shake him and just tell him he was coming the fuck home. The idea of kissing his ass to get him to come back where he belonged rubbed me the wrong way—well, at least, if it was metaphorical. Hell, if I thought actually doing it would work, I would be on my knees in a heartbeat.
But he hadn’t shown any signs of remembering our kiss.
Fuck, he should just be at our house, and that was fucking final. I hopped off my bike and grabbed the meds out of the saddle bag, then strolled in the front door. It had been painted blue and rehung by someone who was probably in trouble with King—it wasn’t nice enough to be a pro job. Inside, Dallas was sitting at the shiny wooden bar glaring at a file he was flipping through, and I recognized hisI’m fucking mad at King but won’t do anything about itface, so I left that alone.
I was busy enough with Will, thanks.
Josh stood behind the bar scrolling through his phone, so I went over and slapped the bar in front of him. “I’m a club member. You better get me a beer right now!” I didn’t necessarily want one, but he looked comfortable. Maybe he needed his feathers ruffled. I swatted at his shoulder playfully, but he just stepped out of reach.
“That is not how you get service around here.” He didn’t even bother to glance up.
“Luckily, I don’t need you to do anything. How about you tell me where Will is?”
Josh cocked an eyebrow and looked bored.
I knocked on the bar again, but that got me nothing.
Dallas glanced at me, then frowned at Josh. “He’s upstairs in his room. He’s been there most of the day.”
“His room?” I snarled. “No, that isn’thisroom.”
Josh finally looked my way with interest.
Dallas raised his eyebrows at me. “Well, he’s been staying in it. What else am I supposed to call it?”
Anger dug through my guts. That was fucking fair, so instead of making Dallas pissed off with more bikers today, I trudged up the steps. I knew which room had been sitting empty, so when I got there, I hammered on the door.
There was a grumble from the other side, then, “What?”
“Open this fucking door.” I sounded mean, but fighting was fine with me, so whatever.
“Or what?”
I saw red. Without waiting for an answer, I turned the knob. It didn’t budge. I gave the door a solid kick that rattled its hinges, and there was a laugh from inside.
“I can keep going?” I knocked until my knuckles hurt.
“You’ll be paying for it if you do.”
I gave the door another solid kick and the wood splintered on the bottom panel.
“Fuck.” Will opened the door, and he looked like hell—eyes bloodshot and shoulders stooped—so I figured he’d probably been missing some of the pills he hadn’t refilled. I held up the bag, and he snatched it with wide eyes. The idiot. As if I wouldn’t remember?
“You been going to physical therapy?” I forced my attention to the right of his face because I couldn’t stand to see the way he was looking at me like a fucking bug.
“What do you care?” He spun around to go deeper into the room. With a snort, he tried to shut the door in my face, but I jammed my shoulder against it. “You don’t think I can do anything on my own, so why should I bother going?”
Incensed, I shoved the whole way into the room, but then Will surprised me by pushing me back out. The pill bag went flying in the ruckus, and I heard some of them scatter on the floor.
“Shit, you want to do this in the fucking hallway?”
