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need that scar tissue around the bullet to start forming.” I wouldn’t mention the fact the doctor wasn’t too keen on her being discharged, but the fact Queenie’s insurance was non-existent put the nail in the coffin—she was being discharged as soon as possible.

“Bro,” Quinn stressed, “she was shot in the damn back and they’re sending her home already? That seems fucking risky.”

I thought the same thing, but I had to trust what the docs were saying. What I knew about doctoring could maybe fill two paragraphs. I wasn’t exactly in the right to tell them that Queenie shouldn’t come home yet. “She’s been stable for three days and all that’s left for her to do is heal.”

And I guess she could do that at home. It would make me feel a whole lot better if she stayed in the hospital until all the holes were healed up, but that wasn’t the plan.

“Petra was asking about what room she was going to stay in. You want her in yours?”

Of course, that’s what I wanted, but Queenie was beyond insistent that she was going back to her apartment. “No.”

“No?”

I sighed heavily. “She’s going to her place.”

“Sledge. What the hell, brother? Someone just tried to kill her. You think her going back to her place is the best idea?”

I did not think it was the best idea, but when it came to Queenie, she didn’t give a flying fuck about what I thought. She was insistent she was going home and then going to find Gunner. She had been talking to the police for the past three days, telling them everything she knew about where Gunner could be and who could have tried to kill her.

That was, of course, after she coded and almost died.

She had put that completely out of her mind and was acting like she was good as new to get back to normal. Queenie was far from being back to normal and I didn’t think she would ever have the same normal she had before the incident. She was going to have to be careful every day for the rest of her damn life. If she were to ever be in a car accident or have major trauma to her back, it could dislodge the bullet and kill her. The more scar tissue that formed around the bullet, the more protection she was going to have to prevent the bullet from moving.

“Have you ever really had a conversation with Queenie? This chick has a mind of her own and she doesn’t give one shit about what I have to say.”

“Brother, you know she needs to be at the clubhouse. It’s the safest place for her,” Quinn reasoned.

He was preaching to the damn choir. I wasn’t the one who needed the convincing. “She’s not exactly in any condition for me to drag her to the clubhouse kicking and screaming.”

“So you’re just gonna drop her off at her place and leave?”

“That’s what she thinks I’m going to do,” I drawled.

“So just what are you going to do then?”

“Wrap her in fucking bubble wrap and not let her out of my sight.”

*

Chapter Three

You can go…

Queenie

“I’m fine.”

“I see that.”

“So you can go.”

Sledge dropped the plastic bag filled with my few things from the hospital a few steps inside my apartment. “I think I’ll have a drink.”

I rolled my eyes and held open the front door. “I didn’t offer you a drink.”

Sledge winked. “I know, but I’m taking in the fact that you were shot and you forgot your manners temporarily.”

Rude. I was being rude as hell, but that was the only thing that could scare this biker dude away. He hadn’t left my side since I opened my eyes in the hospital for the second time and I was hard-pressed for him to skedaddle on his way. He was suffocating me. I wasn’t used to having someone with me constantly. Gunner and Duchess were the only people I had ever wanted around me for longer than a couple of hours.

Someone caring about me? I didn’t need it. Friends and acquittances were good, but at the end of the day, it was just me. Well, me and Gunner.

“Yes, I was shot, but I haven’t forgotten my manners. Thank you for bringing me home. You can leave now.” There; that was nice. I thanked him for his time and the ride home. Polite as fuck, if you ask me. I motioned out the front door. He could go stand in the hallway of my