Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,114
smiling wide and with a glint in his eye.
In that moment, I was jealous of them both. They got to go back to their wives, to their normal life away from the fallout of all of this.
Yes, the threat was gone, but I had no idea what was gonna happen between me and Zoe, and I felt helpless because I didn’t think there was ever going to be a way for her to forgive me.
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The two weeks that followed had me drowning in my own hell. We were all able to return home, but when I tried to convince Zoe to come back with me, to let me take care of her like she did for me, she refused. She could barely look at me, let alone live with me, even if it was only temporary. She chose to stay with Braylen and her dad. They were the ones to update me on her status because she even refused my calls and had them turn me away every time I stopped by to see her.
Morgan was still in town for her job, staying at my house, but because I spent the majority of my time at the clubhouse perched on a stool at the bar, welcoming the numbness that accompanied lots and lots of alcohol, she pretty much had the place to herself.
The gates had been repaired several days after the explosion. Marek knew a guy who knew a guy, getting the job done quickly. The reinstated security helped erase any remaining unease any of us had about coming back here to meet or just hang out.
Flings and Indulge had reopened as well as Transform and Kena and Braylen’s family restaurant.
Cutter had been released from the hospital a couple days ago, the doctors telling him several times he was lucky to still be alive, having been in such close radius to the blast. As far as I knew, his daughter was staying with him until he was fully back on his feet, which knowing the stubborn ol’ guy, should be any day now.
Hawke ended up pulling through but hadn’t been released yet. The doctors wanted to keep him a while longer because he kept running into complications. First, it was an infection near the site of the stomach wound, and then he got MRSA, which ended up causing him to have pneumonia. Poor guy was battling through, but at least he was alive to do so. His woman, Edana, had been staying at the hospital night and day, and even though I hadn’t met her, I’d heard many stories about her, and what she and Hawke had gone through. Oddly, even for as crazy as their story seemed to be, especially years back, they gave me hope. If they could make it through, maybe so could Zoe and I.
Now all she had to do was agree to see me.
“You glued to this seat now?” Tag walked up behind me and slapped me on the back. I was an irritable motherfucker these days, most of the guys keeping their distance, so for the prospect to actively seek me out meant he had something on his mind. And I knew exactly what it was, or should I say who it was.
“I don’t have anywhere else to be,” I grumped, finishing off my umpteenth beer. My tongue and lips were numbing up nicely. Only six more or so to go and I’d be lost to dreamland.
My official role in the club was the enforcer, taking care of any physical disputes whenever necessary, leaving the issue of making sure everyone abided by the club laws and rules up to Ryder, who was our sergeant-at-arms. But recently, I wasn’t of any use to anyone in my sorry state. I was certain Marek wasn’t gonna allow me to wallow that much longer, however, so I’d soak up my downtime for as long as possible.
He took the seat next to me and tapped the top of the bar with his knuckles. Trigger was in the kitchen, but I didn’t think Tag came in here for a drink. It was only one in the afternoon and he was still busy in the garage with Kaden.
“I wanted to talk to you about something,” he started, swiveling in his chair to face me, even though I kept looking straight ahead. “I was wondering if… because you probably know that I… I know it’s against code and all that but… I really think—”