didn’t rise to that. Her voice stayed steady. “I’m not yours, and yes. It’ll work, but we need something to add to the cocktail.”
To his credit, he took the wall she put up in stride. His condition probably had a lot to do with it. “You got any painkillers in that bag?” he asked, seriously. Yeah, he was hurting.
“I do. I’ll give you dose of local before I do the stitches. These are going to hurt like hell.” She grabbed a needle and a bottle of what I assumed was local anesthetic and injected it into the meat of his shoulder following the curve of the swelling all the way down.
I looked away when Hawk’s lips quirked again. I was going to punch the mother-fucker.
As for Desiree, she made quick work of the stitches, then slathered the mess in a layer of antibiotic ointment.
“Feel better?”
He hitched a shoulder tentatively. “Numbed the pain a little.”
She nodded, “I’ll have to make arrangements to get back here. You get your brother to get in contact with Fire and Steel if you need to reach me, okay?” she asked. “If you contact me on my job I will refuse to treat you further.” She meant it, too. If he pushed her on that one, she would shut him out completely. Like him or not, her career meant everything to her.
“Yeah, I get it,” he muttered. “Oh, Thrash. I got word from Strike. It’s about Bones.”
My ears perked at that. “Why didn’t you say so?”
He shot me a shit-grin. “I wanted to make sure I got treated first, you know? Anyway, your asshole is teaming up with some real powerful people.”
“Who?”
For the first time since I’d met him, Hawk hesitated to open his mouth. When he did, he admitted, “The ones who are making our life a living hell.”
That sounded like Bones. Find the biggest, baddest motherfuckers in town and start building bridges. The man might be old and addicted, but he had begun as a damned fine President of a once-fine MC. Before he stabbed us in the back and nearly burned us to the ground.
We had been dealing with this for a few months now. We had been recovering well – better than he had guessed. If he hadn’t known it before, he definitely knew now that he needed more than his ill-advised crew if he was going to take us down any further.
“Do you know anything specific?” I asked, curious.
Hawk patted the bed a few times with a stiff hand, shaking his head. “I just know that he was seen meeting with Gerald Donovan down at the loading docks in the south side. I don’t really know anything else.” That expressive face was rueful. This was probably the closest he and I would ever be to getting along.
“It’s good. Thanks, man.” I stood and waited for Desiree to finish.
“Have Strike call the MC, okay?” she reiterated.
“I will.” That man wasn’t likely to forget – not unless he wanted to.
“And don’t forget about my payment terms.”
He chuckled.
”I won’t.” He was taking her seriously. I breathed a little easier. Business or no business, I’d finish tearing that skin off his face if he tried to make a fool of my sister. She could grill me till the sun stopped rising and I would watch her back. We were family. Blood.
And speaking of family, Gerald Donovan had joined the ranks of men who wanted to hurt my MC family.
I had to get back to the club. I had to talk to Rage.
He needed to know what was coming.
11
Nora
“Nora, your ride is here.”
Brody lived on the same floor as me. He’d been outside tending to the vegetable garden when Thrash arrived. And he liked to snoop.
I grabbed my coat and rushed down the stairs. I was listening to the final message on my phone as I leapt out the door.
“Nora, it’s your mother. Again. I know this is your new number, call me. We have things to discuss.”
I rolled my eyes and deleted the voicemail. This was the third call in two days.
My mother was starting to get on my nerves. I wasn’t sure how she got my new number. I was using a pre-paid
To his credit, he took the wall she put up in stride. His condition probably had a lot to do with it. “You got any painkillers in that bag?” he asked, seriously. Yeah, he was hurting.
“I do. I’ll give you dose of local before I do the stitches. These are going to hurt like hell.” She grabbed a needle and a bottle of what I assumed was local anesthetic and injected it into the meat of his shoulder following the curve of the swelling all the way down.
I looked away when Hawk’s lips quirked again. I was going to punch the mother-fucker.
As for Desiree, she made quick work of the stitches, then slathered the mess in a layer of antibiotic ointment.
“Feel better?”
He hitched a shoulder tentatively. “Numbed the pain a little.”
She nodded, “I’ll have to make arrangements to get back here. You get your brother to get in contact with Fire and Steel if you need to reach me, okay?” she asked. “If you contact me on my job I will refuse to treat you further.” She meant it, too. If he pushed her on that one, she would shut him out completely. Like him or not, her career meant everything to her.
“Yeah, I get it,” he muttered. “Oh, Thrash. I got word from Strike. It’s about Bones.”
My ears perked at that. “Why didn’t you say so?”
He shot me a shit-grin. “I wanted to make sure I got treated first, you know? Anyway, your asshole is teaming up with some real powerful people.”
“Who?”
For the first time since I’d met him, Hawk hesitated to open his mouth. When he did, he admitted, “The ones who are making our life a living hell.”
That sounded like Bones. Find the biggest, baddest motherfuckers in town and start building bridges. The man might be old and addicted, but he had begun as a damned fine President of a once-fine MC. Before he stabbed us in the back and nearly burned us to the ground.
We had been dealing with this for a few months now. We had been recovering well – better than he had guessed. If he hadn’t known it before, he definitely knew now that he needed more than his ill-advised crew if he was going to take us down any further.
“Do you know anything specific?” I asked, curious.
Hawk patted the bed a few times with a stiff hand, shaking his head. “I just know that he was seen meeting with Gerald Donovan down at the loading docks in the south side. I don’t really know anything else.” That expressive face was rueful. This was probably the closest he and I would ever be to getting along.
“It’s good. Thanks, man.” I stood and waited for Desiree to finish.
“Have Strike call the MC, okay?” she reiterated.
“I will.” That man wasn’t likely to forget – not unless he wanted to.
“And don’t forget about my payment terms.”
He chuckled.
”I won’t.” He was taking her seriously. I breathed a little easier. Business or no business, I’d finish tearing that skin off his face if he tried to make a fool of my sister. She could grill me till the sun stopped rising and I would watch her back. We were family. Blood.
And speaking of family, Gerald Donovan had joined the ranks of men who wanted to hurt my MC family.
I had to get back to the club. I had to talk to Rage.
He needed to know what was coming.
11
Nora
“Nora, your ride is here.”
Brody lived on the same floor as me. He’d been outside tending to the vegetable garden when Thrash arrived. And he liked to snoop.
I grabbed my coat and rushed down the stairs. I was listening to the final message on my phone as I leapt out the door.
“Nora, it’s your mother. Again. I know this is your new number, call me. We have things to discuss.”
I rolled my eyes and deleted the voicemail. This was the third call in two days.
My mother was starting to get on my nerves. I wasn’t sure how she got my new number. I was using a pre-paid
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