Savage Vandal (82 Street Vandals #1) - Heather Long Page 0,64

reckless fucking choice, but here we were.

Her throat convulsed as she swallowed. “I don’t get that. I don’t or I didn’t know you guys.”

“You knew me a little.” Not even sure why that was important. Not that she hadn’t looked at me with betrayal since we got here.

“I didn’t know you though. Who you were was a lie.”

And with that, she wiggled to stand up, and I helped her rather than have that gorgeous ass grind against my dick. Vaughn couldn’t keep his hands off her. Jasper couldn’t stand not seeing her. Rome was hooked, or he’d never have tested Jasper’s patience. Particularly after the incident with Doc. Even fucking Freddy adored her.

One of us needed to keep our head. She paced away.

“Do you want me to call Doc?” I’d run interference with Jasper if Doc was who she needed. Her trust in him wasn’t lost on me. Not after finding her completely naked with him helping her bathe. The fact Jasper pulled a gun had left a bad taste in my mouth. The blow up they had in here and then later downstairs had been fucking ugly.

He did not want Doc alone with her.

Too fucking bad.

“Jasper will just get mad,” she said, and that defeated tone pissed me off.

“Who gives a fuck? He’s a big boy. He can take it. You need Doc, I’ll call him.” With that, I stood and pulled out my phone.

She moved toward the bathroom again and shrugged out of my jacket and then my hoodie. I kind of liked her wearing them. “I don’t want to cause more problems.” With that, she closed the door and shut me out.

Cause. More. Problems.

What the actual fuck?

I texted Doc.

Me: You ever get out of her what happened?

I stared at the closed door. The sound of water turning on in the shower told me what she decided to do.

The second message I sent to Hawk.

Me: Cleanup?

Hawk: Done. Two for the station. One for the show.

One of them was still alive.

Good. I had questions.

Me: I’ll make room on the stage.

Hawk: Call Doc in.

I frowned and read that twice.

Me: You know he doesn’t like patching up ragdolls.

If we weren’t planning on them living, Doc wasn’t prolonging their suffering. He had lines, and he wouldn’t cross them. Not even for us.

Hawk: Rome caught a knife. Be back in thirty.

Fuck.

I glanced at the bathroom again, then switched to Doc’s messages. He hadn’t answered me, but he had read it.

Me: Rome needs stitches. Clubhouse in twenty-five.

Three dots appeared on the screen.

Doc: How bad?

Me: He’s still walking.

Which was true. If it was going to be thirty before they got back here, then he wasn’t in danger of bleeding out. Was that what had Emersyn all tied up in knots? She said those guys didn’t lay a finger on her. I could get that answer out of our survivor. I hadn’t taken my next turn with our other guest. Maybe it was time he answered some questions.

Not that Hawk had bothered to ask him anything. We didn’t need to know the why to know what he’d done. At this point, we’d just taken our pound of flesh for her over and over. Every single injury she’d suffered had been inflicted on him.

Repeatedly.

I tapped the phone against my chin, and it buzzed again.

Doc: What’s wrong with Little Bit?

I debated answering that, particularly after he didn’t answer me earlier. But fuck it. She needed to talk to someone, and she trusted Doc.

Me: She got caught between Rome and some 19 Diamonds. Wrong time. Wrong place.

Then, because I wasn’t a dick, I clarified.

Me: She doesn’t appear to be hurt.

Doc: On my way.

The shower cut off, and I moved over and knocked on the door once. “Sparrow, I’m going down. You can join in the kitchen or the playroom, but stay inside the clubhouse, yeah?”

“I might just stay up here.”

I clenched my fist. “If that’s what you need. Food will be down there though, and Doc is on his way. If you don’t come down, I’ll send him up.”

She sighed. “I don’t want Jasper to shoot him.”

“I’ll take care of Jasper, Sparrow. Trust me.” I winced on the last two words, but she rewarded them by opening the door and letting a wall of steam out. Her skin was reddened all along her arms and shoulders like she’d stood in the scalding water, and there was only a towel wrapped around her.

At least the mottling of bruises she’d had from the beginning had all but faded. But this was