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I shove the note into the trash bin by the doors, pocketing the gift card while I hustle to my truck.

Not gonna happen.

3

CRUSHER

I’m ready to get the hell out of this hospital.

The attention is nice. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had about five or six nurses visit my room asking if I need anything within the last few hours. The pouts on their lips when I turn them away are cute—sexy even in those scrubs—but there’s only one woman on my mind. The same one I’m dying to see right now.

I shouldn’t take it personally that Sadie hasn’t visited me at all since I’ve been admitted, even after the gift card I left for her. But there hasn’t been a single thank you, how are you feeling, kiss my ass, or anything. I know not to get my hopes up, especially after Venom’s prediction of my chances with the stubborn woman.

But damn… she could pretend to care a little, right?

He told me about running into her and how she clearly expressed she wants absolutely nothing to do with the Disciples or me.

Mostly me.

Definitely me.

But that’s okay. Like I told her, I’m up for a challenge and Sadie is the greatest challenge of them all.

That woman is meant to be mine. That’s been clear to me since the moment she let me touch her. Her body is made for me, and every reaction elicited from my fingertips leaves me in a daze. No other woman has ever had this much of an effect on me, and no one ever will. Believe me, I’ve tried.

I’ve gone out of my way to interact with other women, sweet-talking and flirting with them until they were ready to jump into my bed. But the thought of someone else made my dick limp, and that’s a damn fucking shame. I didn’t swallow down the pain of getting my cock pierced, only for it to stay in my pants, wallowing after the one woman who denies she wants it back. Hell, I can barely come by my own hand, because it never feels as good as Sadie’s warm, wet cunt.

That’s why I call her Trouble. I can’t control myself around her. Can’t get her out of my damn head. I crave a woman who doesn’t even like me. No, that’s not true. She does like me. She just won’t admit it, and I have no fucking clue why. She’ll come around, though. She’ll just give me hell in the meantime.

Yeah, she might be trouble. But she’s my fucking trouble, and I won’t stop until I have her.

Ready to blow this fucking place, I dial up Gamble, knowing he’s free around this time. The man is always at the strip club, handling some sort of bullshit. That’s why we made him manager of the Emerald Club. He knows what he’s doing and runs a tight fucking ship.

The phone rings a few times before he answers. “Yeah?” he huffs out.

“I need you to come pick me up.”

“What the fuck is wrong with your legs?”

I scoff, knowing he’s aware of my current situation. It’s not an inability to walk that’s the problem. It’s the fact that my bike is fucked at the moment. And you can trust and believe that when I find those bastards who came after me, they’ll wish they finished the job. No one fucks with me, my brothers, or my bike.

“You know I’m in the hospital, right?”

Gamble chuckles. “Such a baby. Venom already told us you’re fine. Don’t try to make some lame excuse.”

“So you’re not gonna give your brother a ride?”

“Make Gunner come pick up your sorry ass. I got shit to do.”

I can’t see him, but I know him well enough that I bet his arms are crossed over his chest while he clenches his jaw with a pinched expression on his face. He’s one of my best friends, but he hates being away from that damn strip club. It’s his baby, right up there with his Harley.

“You know Gun’s tied up with Lily and Caleb at the moment. That man hasn’t let them out of his sight for more than two minutes. I can’t say I blame him, though, after everything they’ve been through.”

There’s a loud sigh on the other end of the line, and I know he’s caved. “Fine. Be right there. I need to fill you in on some shit anyway.”

Alarm surges through me and my body tenses. “What shit? What the hell is happening now?” I mean, besides the fact that some fuckers shot at me on the open highway yesterday.

“I’ll tell you when I see you.” I don’t miss his snark as he ends the call.

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