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Yeah, all of my drawers are out of my dresser with the clothes scattered across the floor as well as everything on the random floating shelves I had on the walls. My full-body mirror is the only thing that seems to be actually broken.

I decided instead of putting all the clothes away, I’m going to wash everything because I don’t know where that sicko’s hands have been.

I shudder at the thought.

After loading up the washer and shoving the rest in the hamper, I borrow the shop vac Cyrus had to vacuum up the broken glass and throw away the frame of the mirror.

The comforter has a slash across the top of it as well, but I’m not upset about it. I have a spare one in the hall closet, and I’ve been wanting to replace this one for a while; I just hadn’t had the push I needed to spend the extra money on it.

Why is bedding so expensive for literally no reason?

I smile to myself as I notice the missing pillows on my bed. It’s little things like that that make me so grateful for him because he’s paying attention even when I don’t think he is.

I poke my head into Cormac’s room, not that I don’t believe Hash, but I need to see with my own two eyes that my baby’s room is okay.

I breathe out a sigh of relief at seeing that it is.

My eyes linger on the spot I stood shielding Cormac from the man, the memory not fading anytime soon.

Maybe I need to redo his room as well. Kind of like a new start for everyone.

“You ready to head out?” Hash asks, coming up behind me.

“Yeah,” I answer, turning around to face him. “Let me just grab the bag of trash out of my room and I’m good to go.”

“You doing okay?” Hash asks, checking in on me again.

“Yeah,” I tell him, and it’s the truth. “I think I built up the damage more in my head with everything that happened. Knowing that I can finally redo everything I’ve wanted to change is making me feel better about the whole thing. A fresh start will help with me not seeing him standing over me every time I look in Cormac’s room.”

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Hash mumbles under his breath as we walk out into the living room.

Everything is already packed up, and the new door is installed.

“You guys work fast.”

“It’s easier when you have more hands.”

“That’s true.”

“Let’s go get our boy,” Hash says as he wraps his arm around me.

Chapter

Twenty-Six

AISLING

The next month passes by with… well, not a lot happening.

Which is good because after what felt like shitshow after shitshow happening, it was nice to have a quiet, normal life. Normal being subjective of course. The only bad thing about nothing happening is that the club still hasn’t found who broke into my place.

The bruises on my face have faded to nothing. I’m lucky I never suffered any memory loss. Doc continued to check on me periodically, but he felt like the scan wasn’t necessary unless I started showing more symptoms.

Frankie lost her mind in true Frankie fashion when I told her what had happened. She didn’t talk to me for a week because she was so mad I hadn’t called her as soon as it happened. I gave her the space because I would have felt the same if the roles were reversed. After a week, she came around and got where I was coming from on not wanting her involved. I had to promise that if something like that ever happened again, she’s the second person I need to call, Hash being the first.

Hash told me Cain was putting some feelers out with some guy they know named Matteo, but that’s all I’ve heard about it. Truthfully, I don’t know if he would tell me when they find him, and I’m okay with that. I don’t need to know the dirty details. I just want to know he got what’s coming to him. Evening the score will make me sleep a little easier at night.

Hash has helped tremendously with that. There hasn’t been a night that he hasn’t slept in my bed, even when club business runs late. I’ve told him multiple times that he can stay in this room at the clubhouse, but he never does. It doesn’t matter if they end at three in the morning. That man is still coming home to me. He won’t admit it, but I think he blames himself for what happened that night. In some weird way that guy’s brains work, he thinks if he had been here, he could have stopped it.