isn’t bad.”
I laugh. Stella’s hands hit her hips and I’m shaking my head. Too much passion is flowing in this room. You’d think one of them would notice. “Push pop, you didn’t even make the list.”
I crack up as Brinks walks out disgusted. “Push pop?”
She shrugs. “The three inch dick that needs a three inch stick to push it up.”
I fall back laughing and groan with the left side of me still on fire, tingling or cramping. I guess it’s better than all of me. “Oh, shit, sorry, Brother. He’s got a thing with pushing my buttons. A pen is too good for him. You need to sit up. Jordan can help me get you standing. We need the brace off your leg.”
I push myself up with my good hand taking a minute to breathe. “What’s the pen for?” I need my head to clear so I ask for something to keep it engaged.
“My mother killed a man with a pen while she was chained to the driver’s seat he was in. When Brinks is around, I know just how she felt.”
“You’re a pretty cool Brother. Thanks for the help, Stella.”
She nods and opens the door for Jordan and Marky. “What the fuck happened? Brinks isn’t making much sense.”
Stella points to me. “We need him standing. He was drugged last night and needs the brace off. It’s cutting off circulation. I need a blood sample so I can tell you what the Club chick dropped in his beer.”
Jordan and Marky get me up and Stella gets my pants and the brace off. “Your foot is pure white, Brother. Stella, get his blood for the test. This is fucking nuts. Why didn’t you call Brinks last night?” Jordan isn’t happy.
“Brinks treats me like a fuckin’ leper. We got them in here and I kept him safe. I didn’t think about the braces until he said his leg was numb.”
Jordan walks out hitting his phone. Marky rubs my foot causing agony again. Stella sticks me with a needle and pulls blood. She’s got a box like a mad scientist open on the table. “You have all this shit in your room?” My fuzzy brain is working to get reason through pain and whatever drug lag is slowing it down.
“She’s a walking encyclopedia with all kinds of hobbies, Brother. You’re lucky she was here and noticed what the Club chick was doing. We’ve had two Brothers that had to be drugged losing big money. Neither drinks much and both are Enforcers. You were right, Stella.”
She nods dropping my blood into a tube and shaking it. “I bet Jinx isn’t happy to be fuckin’ third on that list. They must have thought he was Brinks.”
Brinks walks in and the dogs are up again. “Stand down.” I look at him. “Relax, I feel my foot and arm. Almost. My thigh is on fire causing my brain to clear the fog quickly.”
He drops cargos on the bed. “Sorry, Brother. You want ice or heat?”
“Give him ten minutes and he’ll be okay. He needs to charge the braces and give his body time to heal. By lunch he’ll be up and walking again.”
Jordan comes in and stands by the door watching them. Brinks spins her way. “You’re a fucking doctor now? He wouldn't even be here if you had called me.”
I shake my head. “Time out, Brother. She’s done nothing but help and you’re acting like a dick I wouldn’t even call. Help me get the pants on. I can’t walk without the brace or help. I’ll sleep for a while and let the braces charge in the room my shit is in. Champ needs to go out.” I think that covers everything in my drugged up head. I’m proud I got it all out.
“Brinks, get Jinx and Champ settled. Marky, work with Stella on this. The Club chick dropped something in his beer. It’s on the feed. I have the other in holding. Stella, you good with that?”
She nods. “I have a four hour shift with Alder at noon, then I’m on BSC from five to nine. Can I stay here again?”
He nods. “I’ll call Justice and get Seth back here with you.”
Brinks shakes his head. “I can...”
Jordan’s head swings toward him and he barks, “Get Jinx settled. I don’t know what the problem is between you two. Settle it. It’s becoming a Club problem. She shouldn’t have to keep your brother safe and I should have been told before today that this has happened before.