“My back… kills.”
Harley leaned over me then, his face grim as fuck.
“Yeah, getting stabbed hurts, brother, but they’ll pay. Count on it.”
Stabbed? When the fuck did someone stab me? Were my leathers trashed? The prospect cut would have been, but I didn’t care about that. Actually, oddly, I did care. It might have been just a prospect cut, but it was mine.
“My cut…”
“Screw it. You’ll have a new one waiting when you get out, brother, and it won’t have prospect on it.” I couldn’t really absorb the magnitude of that statement right now, because my next concern was…
“My ride!”
“Don’t worry, brother, it’s… oh, here’s the nurse.”
“I said two of you, didn’t I say two? You, you, and you, out.” The nurse was barking at the men surrounding me, and I faded out as they were bantering, but the pain was ebbing as I drifted off, so I think I got my pain meds.
Glory
The call from Vhad me panicking. Henley was in the hospital? Why the hell was he in a hospital? What happened? When she pulled up outside the house, I was already slamming the door closed, running over to slide into the passenger seat.
“Tell me.”
She steered back out onto the road, pulling a U-turn to head back the way she’d come.
“Apparently he was out on an errand, and was jumped by that other club. The ones who were in the pub that day.”
Oh god. He was attacked by them? He must have been all alone, and those cowards took advantage of that. Those sick, pathetic bastards!
“He… he’s hurt? How… how bad is it?” I was imagining such awful things, horrible extremes, and it was starting to make me spiral. I couldn’t lose him now, not now. We’d just found each other. We had a whole life to live together.
V reached out to pat my hand before she put her focus back on turning onto the next road, heading for the local hospital.
“He’s okay, I mean, he’s hurt, but he’ll be okay. He’s not in surgery or anything. He’s just patched up and recovering.”
Oh god. “What’s going to happen?”
V grinned savagely at me. “Retribution. That’s what’ll happen. Rocket’s already talking about how they’re going out there to hand the bastards their asses, and both chapters are going to be involved. I can see a club annihilation coming here.”
“Good,” I murmured, because how dare they hurt him? How dare they attack my sweet man, and gang up on him like that? He didn’t deserve that, he was the best fucking man I’d ever met.
“He’ll… he’s going to be okay,” I told myself firmly, and V nodded.
“He will. He’s tough, he’ll be up and about in no time. The stab-wound was minor, and…Glory?Hey, breathe, babe. He’s going to be fine.”
“STAB-WOUND? He was stabbed? Oh my god!”
“Shhhh… just breathe, okay? His leathers took the brunt of it, he’ll be fine. He’s… here, check what Rocket just sent me?” She passed me her phone, and I hesitated in case it was some x-rated barrage from her boyfriend, but it was a simple message.
Rocket: He’s awake. He’ll be fine. Drive safe, baby.
Oh god. He’s awake. Thank god. That had to be a good sign.
“Well?”
Oh. “Sorry, he said Henley’s awake, that he’ll be fine. Thank god! Oh god, I feel like I almost lost him today, and he still doesn’t know how much I love him!”
V took the phone from me, tucking it in the cubby between our seats.
