“Not too bad, but it’s deep. Slit said you’ll have to stay completely off it for a few days, maybe a week.”
Fuck. How was I supposed to track down the dumbass who stabbed me and make him regret his decision while sitting around for a week? “Yeah,” I said dismissively. “We’ll see how it goes.”
“You’ll do what he says or risk losing your patch.”
“The fuck you talking about?”
Bean nodded toward my leg. “If you fuck up that leg and can’t ride, you’ll lose your patch.”
“I won’t fuck it up,” I huffed, leaving out “even if I have to sit the fuck down for seven days.”
Bean’s phone dinged. “Charli wants to know if you want something to eat?”
“Whiskey and Lortab.”
Ten minutes later, Charli walked in carrying a tray with a plate of eggs, rice, SPAM, a glass of whiskey, and two pills. “If you show your ass, you won’t get any more.”
“Understood,” I said and popped the two pills in my mouth before I emptied the glass of whiskey.
“Fucking hell.” Charli shook her head as she took the empty glass. “You’re not getting any more right now.”
“What am I supposed to drink?” I teased.
Whisker appeared carrying a large carafe of coffee. “Thanks, Son.” Whisker smiled. He’d always shown love and respect for his mother, but he went out of his way to keep anything from upsetting her while Cooter was in prison. Before he stepped down as president, Cooter ordered Whisker and the entire club to protect her, but it wasn’t necessary. Charli was more than Cooter’s wife and Whisker’s mom; she was family to all the Kings.
“The fuck you let happen last night?” Biscuit asked.
“The fuck you asking for?” I countered. “You know what happened.”
“Just wanted to hear you say you got stuck by someone half your size.”
“Say it? Let’s watch it,” Whisker suggested.
“Fuck,” I groaned and rubbed my forehead. “I was there. I don’t need to see it.”
“You need to watch it at least once,” Biscuit said pointedly. “See if you notice anything we didn’t.”
“Fine,” I relented. I didn’t want to watch my arrogant ass make a stupid mistake, but he was right. “Play it.”
“I’ll see myself out,” Charli said. I don’t know how she was in the early days of the club, but she always disappeared as soon as club business came up.
Whisker snorted. “You don’t have to leave, Mom. You’ve already seen the video, and it happened on your property.”
Charli rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t matterwhereit happened. He was stabbed on Kings’ land. It’s club business.”
“It is,” Whisker acknowledged. “And I said you can stay.”
“That president voice doesn’t work on me,” she said with a pointed look. “You go ahead. I have some work to do.”
When Biscuit got up and followed her out, I glanced between Bean and Whisker. Bean had been Charli’s unofficial security detail since he stepped down as enforcer, which was at the same time Cooter and Pocket resigned before they were sentenced. No one talked about it, but I thought the old timers knew something that the rest of us weren’t completely privy too.
“Bean had a family emergency, so Biscuit’s filling in for him,” Whisker said, answering my unasked question.
I nodded in acknowledgment. “Got it. Biscuit is her Bean, and Bean is my Bean.”
“Watch it, boy,” Bean warned.
Whisker picked up the remote and turned on the television. “Both of you shut the fuck up and pay attention.”
