“I fucking love this club,” Rigid chuckled.
Hero was going to be the next prez, but King was making it abundantly clear that was going to happen only when he said it would.
I was surprised he was letting me call the shots with Aaron, but it wasn’t like it was an issue that was affecting the club directly.
I glanced at the clock and pulled out my phone. What time is your break? I texted Birdie.
It took a minute, but she replied, About an hour. I’m doing some stitches right now.
Want some company?
Love some.
See you soon.
I was going to pin Birdie down on what she wanted to do about Aaron. The sooner we put this asshole behind us, the safer she would be.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Birdie
“How odd is it that I miss you being in the hospital because it meant Meg and Bristol were making us food?” I stirred my bowl of soup and frowned. “I don’t even think there is any chicken in my chicken soup.”
“I don’t even know how you’re eating that,” Easy laughed. “It looks like dirty dish water with a few carrots floating in it.”
I pushed the bowl away and sighed. “That is a very accurate description.”
We were sitting in the cafeteria, and I was trying to eat something to give me enough fuel to make it through the rest of my shift.
“We need to talk about Aaron, Birdie.”
I looked around to make sure no one could hear us and leaned toward Easy. “Do we have to have this conversation right now?” I whispered.
“Well, you haven’t really mentioned it when we’re alone, and you can’t really run away from me here, so yes, we’re going to figure it out now.”
I fiddled with the wrapper of my straw and sighed. “I don’t know what to do, Easy. I thought I would just let it go, but then...” I trailed off.
“But then what?” he asked.
Oh, Jesus. Why had I opened my mouth? “He kind of cornered me in the locker area yesterday.”
“Yesterday?” he hissed. “What the hell, Birdie? He cornered you, and you didn’t tell me?”
I sighed and threw up my hands. “It was after my shift, and I didn’t want to ruin my time with you. If I would have told you what happened, you would have gone off the deep end, and our night would have been ruined.”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I just don’t want to have to deal with this. I put this in my past, and that is where I want it to stay. I was just hoping Aaron would leave me alone and never talk to me.”
Easy opened his eyes. “What did he say to you yesterday.”
I wrung my hands and stared at the table.
“What did he say?” Easy demanded.
“He said he didn’t want there to be a problem between us. I told him I wanted him to leave the hospital, and I would keep my word about never telling about him pushing me down the stairs.”
“And?” Easy growled.
