Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,17

had, but still had a way to go before I was back to my old self.

Tag was quiet, leaning against the wall near the door because all the seats were filled, resting his weight on top of his crutches. He was in the same boat as Ryder and me. There was no way he’d be of any use, hobbling around on those damn things.

“Shut the fuck up,” Jagger retorted, pushing a strand of his hair off his forehead, and rubbing along his temple. “Neither one of you can defend this club or any of our families with the strength we need.

“I have a suggestion.” The comment came from the only other member who was close in size to me. “Hawke and I have two cousins who work security. They also served in the Marines, so they have tactical training. I called and asked if they could help if we need them. They’re just waiting on approval from you.”

“You trust them?” Prez asked, looking a bit skeptical.

“With my life.”

“Are those the guys that showed up at Indulge a couple years ago?” Jagger asked. “They had a couple chicks with them?”

“Those chicks were their assignment. And yes, that was them.”

“One of ’em was almost as big as you.”

“Ford.”

“Who?” Jagger asked.

“Ford. That’s the bigger one. The other guy is Owen, his younger brother by two years.”

Marek leaned back in his chair and looked to be contemplating his next words, his attention remaining on Tripp the entire time. “How much did you tell ’em?”

“Only what they needed to know. That we’re having issues with a rival club and they’re a threat. I also told them about Braylen’s accident as well as them killing that girl.”

“Erin,” Tag chimed in. “Her name was Erin.”

“Erin,” Tripp corrected, nodding at Tag before glancing back to Marek. “And that they shot three of our own.”

“So, basically everything,” Cutter injected.

“Like I said. What they needed to know.” Tripp’s attention bounced from the ol’ man to our president.

“We don’t have a choice at this point. They can replace Brick and Ryder if something pops off before they’re fully healed.” Marek gave Tripp a quick nod. “Call and tell ’em we’ll be in touch if we need ’em.”

“Will do.”

While I hated I wouldn’t be able to stand with my brothers if anything happened before I was whole again, at least there were men who could help us out in the interim, which gave us a better chance at keeping everyone safe.

7

The incident with my dad at the club last week didn’t surprise me, but I’d been embarrassed all the same. Braylen told me to give him some time to come around to the idea of me and Brick, that everything would work out as it should, but her words didn’t give me solace. However, there was nothing I could do other than live my life, which included taking care of Brick until he healed.

He never asked me to stay or wait on him while he recovered. In fact, in the beginning, during the moments he’d drift into consciousness, he told me I should go and stay with my dad, that I’d be safer there, but I didn’t budge. And by not budging that meant I ignored his wishes.

He had family, but they didn’t live in California. His parents, who were still married, lived in New Jersey. He hadn’t told them what happened, and I didn’t blame him, but if I wasn’t here to take care of him, I would’ve insisted he call one of them to come and stay with him for a while.

Not that my insistence would’ve made a difference I supposed. Brick was stubborn and didn’t do anything he didn’t want to. Although I still would’ve made the request.

Since I’d met him, I tried to dissect why I was so drawn to him, but I came up baffled every time. Of course, I was attracted to him. Who wouldn’t be? He was gorgeous and sexy, but more than those attributes, Brick made me feel safe, and it had nothing to do with his large size, which was a bonus in my opinion. The way he looked at me, it was as if I was precious. Sometimes I even thought I saw a flash of panic drift over his face when his eyes connected with mine, but the expression would be so quick I often thought I imaged it.

After drying off, I opened the bathroom door, intent on getting dressed and making breakfast, having finally managed to fill the fridge and