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“Where am I?” My voice comes out hoarse. I wince at the sound. My throat feels like I swallowed a bunch of sand.

“Oh shit. My bad. I probably should have started with that, huh?” He cringes before grabbing me a cup of water and bringing it over. “You’re at the clubhouse. Prez should be here soon. He was just tying up some loose ends. Drink that slowly. Baby sips.”

Loose ends, as in the guys that kidnapped me and hurt Levi.

“Is Levi okay?” I ask after taking a sip.

“He’s good. His head will be sore for a while. They knocked him out from behind. His ego is a little bruised, but what are you going to do?” Doc shrugs before looking back at my chart as if dealing with something like this is a normal occurrence for him.

“Are you a member of the club?” I have never seen this man in my life, and I am pretty sure I have met everyone over the last few months.

“You can say that. I’m their resident doctor, and I like to ride in my free time. That’s about as far as that goes.”

Huh. I guess that makes sense. You can’t have shit reported if you’re also doing something illegal. Cain has just never mentioned him.

“What’s the damage?” I ask while holding up my arm, which currently has an IV in it.

“You have a mild concussion, which I’m assuming is from when they knocked you out as well. Your ribs, luckily, aren’t broken, just severely bruised. They’re going to be really sore for a while. Smoke inhalation did your throat in, but keep pushing the fluids, and you’ll be good as new. Take some ibuprofen. If you feel that you need something stronger or have any questions or concerns, I’ll leave my card.” He just finished explaining before Cain bursts in through the door.

“Fuck, hellcat,” Cain breathes as he rushes over to me.

“I’m okay.” I wince again from the sound of my voice. Apparently, water isn’t going to be my cure-all for that. “Thank you for coming for me.”

“I’ll always come for you,” Cain says while lightly caressing my cheek as he sits on the side of the bed. “They paid for touching you.” His tone turns deadly as he looks me over. “How is she?”

“She’s fine. Nothing’s broken. I do want you to keep an eye on her for the next 24 hours. Her concussion is mild, but if you notice her getting very disoriented and vomiting, bring her in because I’ll want to do some tests. Otherwise, just a little R&R.” Doc winks.

“You want to take a bath with one of your bath dicks?”

I never thought I would laugh after the recent events, but here I am. The fact that he knows exactly what I need without me having to tell him is more than I could ever ask for. Some people search their whole lives for the type of connection we have.

“Yeah.” I smile at him. “I’d like to take a dick bath with you.”

Epilogue

-Evan

It’s been a month since everything happened with the Russian mob and Storm. Cain has officially moved into my house. We’re almost completely done with the renovations. Who knew that the process would go a lot faster if you asked people for help? It might seem like a big house for two people, but it’s never just us. Someone from the club is always staying with us. Cain says they just like to have a little break from the club girls, but I think they just want to eat our food.

I’d be lying if I said it’s been a walk in the park. Everyone was so tense, waiting for someone higher up to come and finish the job, but it never came. Cain wouldn’t give me all of the specifics, claiming it was ‘better that I didn’t know everything,’ but apparently, they had been wanting to take out Mikhail for a while now. He had been putting on a front for a long time. The guys he had been working with him thought he was more of a big shot than he actually was, and it pissed off the guys that are actually high up in the Russian Mob. The club just did them a favor by taking them out, which in turn, allowed them to form some sort of loose alliance. The cartel got their product, and the Dirty Devils were able to semi-smooth things out with the Reapers. Everything finally seems well in our world.

I still have random nightmares from that night. Each one is always the same. I wake up with the trailer on fire, except instead of Cain saving me, I burn alive. Luckily, I’ve found the best man in the entire world to help me through those.

To celebrate things calming down, Cain wanted to have a cookout. Family and friends only. Nothing huge. And honestly, as introverted as I am, I’m actually looking forward to it. The guys have welcomed me into the fold with open arms. They were constantly checking on me when I was recovering. It’s nice to feel like you’re a part of something. I’ll never be able to thank Cain enough for giving me a family.

“Those ready for the grill?” Trick asks as he comes into the kitchen, nodding at the burger patties on the tray.

“They’re ready. I’ll follow you out,” I say as I grab the two sides I put in large bowls and follow him outside. Hash requested mac & cheese, and well, who am I to deny that request? IBS be damned.

Cain clears his throat just as I set everything down on one of the tables outside. “Can I have everyone’s attention?”

A speech? This ought to be good.

Cain grabs my hand before continuing, “Hellcat, you came into my life when I least expected it.” He lets out a rough laugh. “Fuck, I didn’t even know I needed someone like you until you barreled in. You remember those three words you told me before I left you here with Levi that night?”

I swallow before answering, “I do.” I’d never tell him this, but it’s been weighing on me that he never said them back. He hasn’t even brought it up, and honestly, it hurt.

“I spent the last month trying to rack my brain around how I should respond,” Cain says before he gets down on one knee.

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