Cruz (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC #5) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,113
they were serving?"
"Yeah," Link and Nyx said simultaneously.
"No way he'd cut her so much slack otherwise,” Link carried on.
"Agreed," I murmured, nodding at him. "I don't think she leads him around by his dick though."
"No, that's firmly in Ghost's grasp now. Did you see her at the hospital?" Link pulled a face as we drove into the motel's parking lot. "If I had a pussy, I'd have cried. She looked petrified, like she thought he was gonna die.”
"They're sleeping together," Nyx said softly, his tone quiet. "Not fucking, not as far as I could make out, but sleeping."
My brows rose, because everyone knew how weird Maverick was with sleeping.
He'd scared a couple of clubwhores who'd sneaked right into his room when he'd first gotten back, shoved a knife to their throats. He'd almost sliced one bitch, Lacey. She'd left soon after, thank fuck.
Maverick was the kind of guy who didn't say what he didn't mean.
He'd told the bitches to leave him alone, that a BJ wasn't going to cure his woes, but they hadn't listened.
None of us had had much sympathy for Lacey in the aftermath, which was why she'd left, but still, it was a testament to the growing bond between Maverick and Ghost that they were sleeping together like that.
In all honesty, for Mav's sake, I hoped he found some peace with her. God knew, they both deserved it.
"He'll be okay, won't he?" Link asked, twisting around to look at me.
"My doctorate isn't in medicine," I reminded him, just like I had to remind my brothers every fucking week.
"Yeah, but you know more than we do," Nyx intoned.
I pulled a face, because that wasn't a lie. I could read between the lines, but it wasn't like I was up on that shit. "The damage to his head wasn't even that bad, so they're not sure why he's still unconscious."
"Seems like the doctors are just like us—we don't know what the fuck made him think he could go into the clubhouse."
"Yeah, well, I have more answers about his medical file than I do about that," I rumbled.
"What about Bear?" Nyx asked, his voice low.
"I dunno," I told him. "It depends. And even after, if he does make it, and they seem pretty confident he will—"
"Only because the staff are terrified of Rex."
"Yeah, well, Stone agreed, didn't she?"
"True," Nyx conceded.
"The trouble will be afterward. You've seen how Maverick was. Why wouldn't Bear be the same?"
"So, what you're saying is he might make it, might pull through, only for us to lose him to depression?"
"Could be," I said grimly.
"Jesus. We need to make sure that doesn't happen."
"We're family. It ain't gonna happen. He'll get through this, and whatever he needs to get back to a more normal life, we're on it,” Link retorted, voice firm, like if he said it a certain way, it’d be set in stone.
The three of us nodded in agreement, and when Nyx pounded his hand into his fist and murmured, "Don't know about you fuckers, but I'm ready to bust some balls," Link and I were right there with him.
Indy
I stared blankly into space, not really looking at the drawing I was making, not answering the phone that was ringing and had been, off the hook, for hours on end.
Or, at least, it felt that way.
I had a lot of clients, a lot of them, and they were all trying to come in for their bi-monthly appointments, but I just couldn’t deal with that right now.
I'd dealt with worst trauma in my life, but at the minute, it was all just a little too much.
When my door opened, and I found Cruz standing there, looking his regular, calm self, except for random bandages and bulges of more of them under his cut, I wasn't sure whether I wanted to scream or smile.
There was a timeless quality about him. Something that made me feel like in a hundred years, he'd still be standing there if I didn't send him away.
Shit, maybe if I even tried to send him away, he'd still be standing there.
Knowing his determination, it would fit.
I couldn't be upset about that, so, my major question was, what the fuck was I upset about?
The thought had me swallowing nervously, which he noticed, of course, raised a brow, then asked, "Thought I might be chasing your ass down in Georgia by now."
"You have my niece or nephew to thank for me being here."
He grimaced at that. "I was hoping you were going to say me."