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Authors: Franca Storm
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a secure way of bringing a doctor in here.
“No. I’m fine,” I tell him. “Thanks.”
“He ain’t really pissed at you . He didn’t mean what he said. Ax is just like that when he’s riled up. It’s Kent he’s pissed at.”
“We weren’t engaged,” I find myself revealing. I have no idea why I’m telling him anything like this. Runner and I haven’t exactly got along in the past. We nearly came to blows once. He blamed me for pulling Neil away from the club and he didn’t want to lose his best friend of so many years. The two of them came up together in the club and there is a lot of history there.
“You weren’t?”
“He proposed. It was out of the blue. We were just…screwing around.”
“Sounds like Kent. He’s a complete psycho. You gotta tell Ax this, darlin’.”
“What happened between them?”
“Sorry. Ain’t my place to tell, you know?”
I nod.
“You know, Rox,” he says, stepping into me and laying a hand on my shoulder. A smile plays on his lips as he tells me, “He’s been a real bastard since you guys split up. Ain’t been himself. Maybe you can change that, yeah?” He winks at me and steps back.
Heavy footsteps startle both of us and Runner spins around.
We both watch Smiter stepping out from the side of the clubhouse. Was he there the entire time?
“Good to see you’re playing nice, Runner. Just checking. Saw you walk out after her.”
“Yeah, we’re good.” Runner grins at me. “Right, darlin’?”
“Yeah,” I say, unable to prevent myself from cracking a smile in response to Runner’s infectious one. I can see why he’s so popular with women. He has an undeniable charm about him and when he turns it on, it just sucks you in.
“No flirting,” Smiter tells him.
Runner scoffs. “That’s like asking me not to breathe.”
Smiter rolls his eyes. “You ready, Rox?”
“Yeah,” I say, taking one last drag of my smoke then stubbing it out and walking over to him. He wraps his arm around me.
“Ready for what?” Runner asks, clearly not liking being out of the loop.
“Movie marathon,” Smiter tells him.
“Chick flicks?” he asks.
Of course that’d be his go-to, because I’m a woman. “God, no,” I respond.
“Statham marathon,” Smiter tells him. “Why? You want in?”
“Nah. Got some shit to take care of.”
Smiter laughs. “You mean your dick cuz we’re on lockdown, so there ain’t no pussy for you, sex addict.”
“Gotta do what I gotta do.”
The way he says it, it seems like he’s joking around. But the look in his eyes and the somber look that passes between him and Smiter has me thinking there’s a lot more to it. Huh.
“Yeah, I know, man,” Smiter says.
He pulls me away then and leads me back into the clubhouse.
Chapter 10
~Ax~
I’m gonna kill that fucker.
That bastard knows drugs too fucking well not to have known the shit he gave me was gonna knock me out for hours on end. What the hell was it? It takes a lot to knock me out. Must’ve been a goddamn elephant tranquilizer, or something. Argh!
Runner shouldn’t be handling any drugs anyway. He fucking knows that.
Last thing any of us at the club needs right now is him being pulled back into that shit and going off the rails. Jesus. Like we ain’t got enough to worry ‘bout.
My anger escalates with every passing second that it takes me to pull on a clean pair of jeans and a club t-shirt. The shirt takes me ages to get on, cuz of my wounded shoulder. By the time I manage it, I’m sweating like a bitch in heat. At least the pain ain’t more than a dull ache, cuz of the drug. It’s real strong. It’s hard to walk straight. It’s like walking ‘round in a thick haze.
The damn stuff is tryin’ to relax me and my anger’s tryin’ to break through the effects, but tryin’ to fight is just tiring me out. And the weaker it makes me feel, the angrier it makes me.
A vicious circle.
I can’t be relaxed now. I gotta be tense and alert with this
“No. I’m fine,” I tell him. “Thanks.”
“He ain’t really pissed at you . He didn’t mean what he said. Ax is just like that when he’s riled up. It’s Kent he’s pissed at.”
“We weren’t engaged,” I find myself revealing. I have no idea why I’m telling him anything like this. Runner and I haven’t exactly got along in the past. We nearly came to blows once. He blamed me for pulling Neil away from the club and he didn’t want to lose his best friend of so many years. The two of them came up together in the club and there is a lot of history there.
“You weren’t?”
“He proposed. It was out of the blue. We were just…screwing around.”
“Sounds like Kent. He’s a complete psycho. You gotta tell Ax this, darlin’.”
“What happened between them?”
“Sorry. Ain’t my place to tell, you know?”
I nod.
“You know, Rox,” he says, stepping into me and laying a hand on my shoulder. A smile plays on his lips as he tells me, “He’s been a real bastard since you guys split up. Ain’t been himself. Maybe you can change that, yeah?” He winks at me and steps back.
Heavy footsteps startle both of us and Runner spins around.
We both watch Smiter stepping out from the side of the clubhouse. Was he there the entire time?
“Good to see you’re playing nice, Runner. Just checking. Saw you walk out after her.”
“Yeah, we’re good.” Runner grins at me. “Right, darlin’?”
“Yeah,” I say, unable to prevent myself from cracking a smile in response to Runner’s infectious one. I can see why he’s so popular with women. He has an undeniable charm about him and when he turns it on, it just sucks you in.
“No flirting,” Smiter tells him.
Runner scoffs. “That’s like asking me not to breathe.”
Smiter rolls his eyes. “You ready, Rox?”
“Yeah,” I say, taking one last drag of my smoke then stubbing it out and walking over to him. He wraps his arm around me.
“Ready for what?” Runner asks, clearly not liking being out of the loop.
“Movie marathon,” Smiter tells him.
“Chick flicks?” he asks.
Of course that’d be his go-to, because I’m a woman. “God, no,” I respond.
“Statham marathon,” Smiter tells him. “Why? You want in?”
“Nah. Got some shit to take care of.”
Smiter laughs. “You mean your dick cuz we’re on lockdown, so there ain’t no pussy for you, sex addict.”
“Gotta do what I gotta do.”
The way he says it, it seems like he’s joking around. But the look in his eyes and the somber look that passes between him and Smiter has me thinking there’s a lot more to it. Huh.
“Yeah, I know, man,” Smiter says.
He pulls me away then and leads me back into the clubhouse.
Chapter 10
~Ax~
I’m gonna kill that fucker.
That bastard knows drugs too fucking well not to have known the shit he gave me was gonna knock me out for hours on end. What the hell was it? It takes a lot to knock me out. Must’ve been a goddamn elephant tranquilizer, or something. Argh!
Runner shouldn’t be handling any drugs anyway. He fucking knows that.
Last thing any of us at the club needs right now is him being pulled back into that shit and going off the rails. Jesus. Like we ain’t got enough to worry ‘bout.
My anger escalates with every passing second that it takes me to pull on a clean pair of jeans and a club t-shirt. The shirt takes me ages to get on, cuz of my wounded shoulder. By the time I manage it, I’m sweating like a bitch in heat. At least the pain ain’t more than a dull ache, cuz of the drug. It’s real strong. It’s hard to walk straight. It’s like walking ‘round in a thick haze.
The damn stuff is tryin’ to relax me and my anger’s tryin’ to break through the effects, but tryin’ to fight is just tiring me out. And the weaker it makes me feel, the angrier it makes me.
A vicious circle.
I can’t be relaxed now. I gotta be tense and alert with this
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