down before continuing.
Panic rose in me, my hands falling to my sides. “Is it Jenna? Is she okay?” I took a step down, looking between them all with worry.
“She’s fine. But a brother of ours has requested your umm…assistance,” he asked politely enough.
The shaven-headed one chuckled. “Yeah, now we get the kind of assistance he wants.”
Shooter turned and glared at him. “Shut the fuck up, Casa.” He turned back to me. “Sorry about that. He’s a dick, but he’s a harmless dick.”
The taller one raised an eyebrow at Shooter like he didn’t quite believe him. “Says who?”
“Not my old lady, that’s for certain.” Casa smirked.
“You need to get anything before you leave?” Shooter asked, that panty-melting smile of his making my stomach flip once again.
“Umm, my shoes, I guess,” I mumbled, completely confused.
“Go get ’em then,” Gauge said.
I started to turn around to go get my shoes before turning back to them. They didn’t look like the sort of men you said no to, and yet I really wanted to say no. Today was my day off. I didn’t want to do anything today but veg out on my sofa and sleep. Besides, I had no idea who they were even talking about. My sleep-fogged brain was clearly slow on the uptake.
“I’m sorry, who are you again?” I asked with a frown.
“That’s Gauge,” Shooter said, pointing to the man I’d met at the hospital. “The walking hard-on behind me is Casa, and I’m Shooter, president of the Devil’s Highwaymen motorcycle club.”
I frowned. “And you want me to go to the hospital to see to your friend?”
I was even more confused than ever now.
Gauge sighed. “It’s not difficult to follow, darlin’. You met our brother Beast yesterday, and he wants you and only you to look after him from now on.”
Beast.
That asshole.
I shook my head no.
“Wasn’t really a request,” Gauge added. “Seems he’s taken a liking to you, and since he’s been through hell and back several times these past couple a’ months it seems that the least we could do for him would be to bring him the pretty nurse that looked after him so well.”
“He put my hand on his you know what!” I gasped, sounding like a virginal schoolgirl, no doubt.
Casa started to laugh, and his laughter was so infectious that despite my annoyance at Beast and these men turning up at my door unannounced, waking me up and ordering me back to work like they had any say over me or my life, I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh too.
All four of us stood in the sunshine, heat washing over us and laughing. I dragged my hands though my hair, finally starting to wake up.
“Look, it’s not funny. He’s disgusting,” I said, forcing my laughter away. “And I’m not going in that room again. He treats people like crap and thinks he can get away with it. And anyway, he already has a nurse.”
From inside I could hear my cell phone ringing, but I ignored it in favor of bitching out these three burly men who thought they could push me around like some dainty little woman. Like I wouldn’t say no to them. Which, if I hadn’t been so tired, they probably would have gotten away with, because, if I was being honest, I was a complete pushover. And these men, as sexy as they were, were scary as hell.
“She’s been fired,” Shooter drolled, pulling out his cigarettes and lighting one.
“Jenna has been fired?” I gasped.
Shooter sighed, like he was bored of my questions. God, did everyone just jump when he told them to? My godmother was out of a job and it was all my fault. What was she going to do? I needed to call her.
“Can we hurry this along?” Shooter blew out a mouthful of smoke as he spoke.
“Didn’t you quit?” Casa asked him, pointing to the cigarette dangling between his lips.
“Only when Laney is around,” Shooter replied.
“She’ll cut off your balls if she finds out,” Gauge added.
I watched them all talking between themselves for a moment or two, smoking and chatting like they hadn’t just woken me up on my day off, fired my godmother, and ordered me back to work. I was beginning to think I was delirious, or at least having a nightmare of some sort.
“I need to go,” I snapped, interrupting them. I wilted a little when they all turned to glare at me. “That nurse that was fired, that’s my godmother, so I need to