Page 52 of Disturbed Lucidity

“Don’t have a relationship.”

“So, she was a onetime fuck?” Slash challenged.

Growling, I was really close to kicking my brother’s ass.

“Exactly.” Logic smirked.

Chapter Fifteen

Ivy

“Puck, leave Ivy alone and go do what I fucking told you to do,” Mouth ordered, sliding a beer toward Trash. The big man had been sitting at the corner of the bar since I arrived for work. He really didn’t say much, just grunted here and there.

He reminded me a lot of Hannibal when I first met him.

“I’m just keeping Ivy company, Mouth.”

“Go. Now,” Mouth growled while the young man sighed, sliding from the stool. “Talk to ya later, beautiful.”

“Bye, Puck.” I smiled, wiping down the section of the bar he just vacated. It was a slow day, but that was nothing unusual for a Wednesday. The clubhouse was generally quiet throughout the week, picking up on Thursday and staying busy until Sunday evening. The clubhouse became the go-to place for socializing, getting drunk, or simply having fun. People flocked to it due to the strip club being shut down for repairs.

Walking over to the quiet man, I leaned against the bar and smiled. “Hiya, Trash.”

Nothing. Just a cold, icy stare.

“Did you know I’m a puppy girl? I like kittens cause they’re all fluffy and cute, but puppies are my jam. What about you?”

Still nothing.

“I bet you’re a fluffy kitty guy, aren’t you?” I said, not caring that he wasn’t responding. He couldn’t sit there in silence forever. “My neighbor in the apartment building I live at posted a sign saying she had litter of kittens that need to be re-homed. If you tell me what you prefer, I can see if she has one.”

He narrowed his eyes.

Pushing my luck, I scoffed. “I get it. You’re a big badass biker and bikers don’t like fluffy kittens. I’m telling you, Trash, own who you are. It’s not your fault that you’re a kitten guy. No shame in liking a cute little pussy.”

The man growled, grabbed his beer, and walked away.

Laughing loudly, I shouted after him, “So does that mean I can talk to my neighbor about getting you one!”

“Girl,” Mouth groaned. “You are poking the bear.”

“Oh please,” I jeered, rolling my eyes. “I’m not afraid of Trash.”

“You’d be the only one,” Frost said nonchalantly when he walked past before heading out of the club with Indigo right behind him, chuckling.

“Ivy!” Logic shouted from across the room. “Need to see you in my office now.”

“Why?”

The man just stood there, arms crossed over his chest, looking at me like I should already know the answer. I mean, I did know, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for him. He wasn’t the one who had to take all those meds or deal with the horrible side effects.

Grumbling, I threw my towel down on the bar, slowly making my way toward him. The second I was close enough, I whispered, “I’m not taking any more meds, Logic. They make me feel loopy, whacked out of my head. I hate them.”

“I know,” the man said, motioning me to proceed with him. “That’s why we’re going to try something new. I’ve made several calls and talked with a few experts that treat others with your condition. There are new drugs on the market that might benefit you without making you irritable, but I want to try something else first before we go down that route.”

I groaned, walking into his office, before plopping my ass down on the sofa. Huffing, I looked at him and complained, “Look, I know I’m fucking crazy and need those meds to level me out, but I’m not going to be your fucking guinea pig.”

“That’s why I want to try a new treatment with you.”

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