I didn’t move.
He came back with a huge-ass first aid kit the size of which I blocked out instantly because of what its existence said about its owners. He set it on the bar beside me, dug through it, found what he was looking for and ripped open the foil pack to an alcohol wipe. I then performed a miracle when, as gentle as he was, I didn’t gasp when the sting hit me when he started swiping one of my two scraped and bleeding knees.
Looking, I also had scraped and bleeding elbows.
Damn.
Well, that slap was worth it even if I hoped none of this left scars.
After Tack finished cleaning my first knee, he’d opened another alcohol wipe and started on the other one, I thought it safe to offer quietly, “We’ll sell my car and I’ll put my house on the market right away. Maybe we’ll get a quick sale. And I still have a little money set aside.”
He was bent to the side to see what he was doing.
At my words, his body didn’t move. Only his eyes shifted to lock on mine.
“Say again?”
“To get the one hundred K for the kids,” I explained.
He went back to my knee, stating, “Don’t need to do that shit. I got it.”
My head jerked. “You have a hundred K?”
He tossed the bloody wipe down on the bar and went back to the kit to get another one, saying, “Yep.”
“Really?”
“Elbow up,” he ordered, ripping open another wipe then after he started working on my elbow, he answered my question, “Yep. Really.”
“So my old man’s loaded,” I whispered and his eyes came to me.
“Yep.”
I felt my eyes get wide.
“I was joking,” I informed him.
“I’m not.”
Holy crap!
He tossed the alcohol wipe to the side then placed a hand in the bar on either side of me and leaned in.
“Chaos has a lot of members. All money earned is doled out equal. But, babe, you’ve accepted payments for our cars and bikes. Those f**kers cost a f**kin’ mint. The stores are all way in the black. The point of decades of buildin’ that shit was so my brothers wouldn’t take a hit when we pulled outta the other shit. They did but that don’t mean that hit was big. We all live easy.”
If he had a hundred grand to toss around, he must live easy.
“I think I need a raise,” I declared.
He blinked.
Then he smiled slowly and I enjoyed the show.
After it was done, he said quietly, “But thanks for the offer, darlin’.”
“You’re welcome, Kane.”
His brows went up. “You really tackle that bitch?”