grin. “You’re here.”
“I can’t let my favorite patients be seen by some other doctor. I’m territorial like that,” he teases.
“I’m glad,” I say. “Can you get everyone to lower their voices? My head hurts.”
“Makes sense. You had holes drilled in it.” He inserts a needle into the IV and a few seconds go by before the pain meds hit me.
Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.
“No way,” I gasp, staring at him open-mouthed.
“Yes way. Feel better?”
“Soooo much.” I grin, not bothering to ask why I had holes drilled in my head. I’m not wanting to get into the details of my injuries right now. I remember the accident. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I got fucked up.
“Okay, enough smiling at the doctor.” Amos shoves Pulse out of the way and it makes me giggle.
Pulse throws his head back and laughs. “What can I say? Chicks dig a man who can save their lives.” He shrugs as if it isn’t a big deal.
“We are getting off-topic,” Boomer grunts, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Not that I’m not happy you’re okay, Violet. I am. It’s so nice to see all three of you awake, but there is a man in here who has killed people for looking at him wrong.”
“Guilty as charged,” Lorcan preens, sitting straighter in his chair. “Though, I’ve heard of yer reputation, Ruthless Kings. Are ye so in a position to judge?”
Boomer’s eyes flicker in rage, but I don’t care. I have more important things to ask.
“Are you really my godfather?” I slur, staring at his intimidating face. He has a beard, square face, but I can’t tell what color his eyes are. He’s a big guy. He has wide shoulders, and the suit stretches across his chest so tight it might tear with the next deep breath he takes.
“I am. I swear on me life.”
“Well, that’s something. I know you care for your life,” Boomer exhales in frustration. “So, what are we going to do? The girls stay with us. She’s Kansas’s ol’ lady, but I know you. You are going to want something. Men like you always do.”
“And if you were in my position, you’d want something too.” O’Crowely tugs on his suit sleeves, checking the time on his Rolex. “Do you have my shipment?” he asks.
“We do. We don’t use drugs in the club.”
“Funny way of saying you don’t mind selling them.” Lorcan twists Boomer’s words. “I need a new contact here. My friend and dealer are dead. I can give you contact to his supplier, and you will get a cut. I like my shit on time, and when you make a delivery, you bring my goddaughters to see me.”
“I feel like this is all happening because of me, and I don’t like that,” I mumble and yawn. “And I don’t even know you,” I point to Lorcan.
“Well, you do now. You’re involved in the MC life now, there is no reason you can’t be involved in mine. I’ve missed your entire lives because that was what your parents wanted.”
“You’ve known my Dad that long?” I ask just as Amos places a cup under my mouth with a straw. I take a long gulp and groan, then suck on the straw like my life depends on it.
“Whoa, okay, slow down. Sips, Violet. Sips.” Pulse takes the cup from Amos, and the straw slips from between my lips. “Dude, she shouldn’t be drinking that fast.”
“She’s thirsty. She’s been asleep for hours,” Amos defends me.
“And she might throw it up.”
“Christ on a bike, you Americans are gobshites. Let her drink the damn water.” Lorcan steals the cup from Pulse and sets it in front of me, then folds his hands in his lap. “Do we have a deal or not?”
“What kind of drugs are we talking about?” Boomer leans against the end of the bed and tucks his thumbs in his belt loops as he stares down Lorcan.
“The kind that pays.”
“I don’t know. We’ve been thinking about getting into the marijuana industry, maybe open up shop for some medical-grade stuff.”
O’Crowely lifts his chin and his brow rises again. A happy smile takes over when he stands. “A business is a good, discreet way of loading and unloading, my friend.”
“We are not friends, O’Crowely,” Boomer says.
“Ye better change yer attitude,” Lorcan deepens his voice and takes a step forward, invading Boomer’s space. “We are practically family now. Ye can’t get rid of me. I’m the Irish Crow, ya know. And remember what a flock