Page 48 of Savage Spades

“Cam--”

“Where’s Kit?” she asked, not giving a fuck what else Zeke had to say about her business.

“Haven’t heard from him since he stormed out last night. You can check his room.”

She looked around, trying to figure out where his room might be.

“Down the hall, follow the set of stairs. It’s the third door on the left,” Zeke said.

“Thanks.”

As she followed Zeke’s instructions, she realized just how many rooms were in the clubhouse. There must be a room for every member and then some. When she got to Kit’s door, she took a deep breath before knocking. No answer. She knocked again. Nothing. Fuck it, she opened the door herself. He couldn’t avoid her forever. His body was spread out sideways on the bed. He wore the same outfit as last night. His pants now had grease marks on them, probably from working on her car. She kicked the side of the mattress.

“Kit.”

He groaned in response.

“Where the hell have you been all night? I’ve been calling you.”

If anything, he should have been at the hospital with his sister, not working in his shop. He turned over to his back. His cheek had a ugly bruise as well as dried blood crusted under his nose. Megan’s words replayed in her head: He can make some good money if he wins, but it’s not worth him getting concussions.

“Did you fight last night?” she asked.

He sat up and rubbed a hand over his face.

She snorted. “You know what, forget it.”

Why did she even care? He was the one shutting her out. She had her bar to worry about. It was a waste of time coming here. She was stupid to think something serious was going on between them. He was probably just trying to be friendly by fixing her truck and inviting her on the camping trip. He said it was his and Zeke’s job to make sure she was okay. That’s probably all it was. She walked towards the door.

“Cam,” he said so quietly she barely heard him, but she walked away anyways, shutting the door behind her.

Chapter Seventeen

Kit

Fuck, his body hurts. The smell of Cam’s perfume lingered in the room. After the meeting, he had to find a way to get out his frustration, so he’d gone to the fighting ring. Of course, he got his ass kicked because he couldn’t think clearly. His mind was filled with the image of Megan lying on that bathroom floor.

After leaving the ring, he was still too hyped up to sleep, so he worked in the shop, getting as many cars done as possible. It was only once his body had been completely exhausted, and he’d dropped off Cam’s truck that he finally passed out. He needed to get his ass up to the hospital to meet Megan. They’d probably release her today. If not to go home, they’d send her to a rehabilitation place.

He peeled off his dirty clothes, leaving them on the floor before getting in the shower. He let the warm water wash over him. His mind cleared the longer he stayed under the water. As much as he wanted to kill Venom with his bare hands, the club was right. Their best option was to get him out of their hair and wipe their hands clean of this. But that didn’t solve the most significant problem on his hands. Megan. She needed to go back to rehab, but it’s not like he had the money to send her anywhere. Maybe if he would have won some fights last night, he’d have something to offer. Getting out of the shower, he changed into jeans and a t-shirt before walking out of the room. He passed Zeke on the way outside to his bike.

“Hey, did Cam find you?” he asked.

Kit ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, she found me.”

Zeke’s eyes went to the bruise on his face. “You win?”

He shook his head.

Zeke sighed. “How’s Megan doing?”

“She was okay last night. I was just going to the hospital to check on her.”

“Let her know that we’re here if--”

“You know how she feels about the Spades.”

“Yeah, I know…you want me to talk to Cam?” Zeke offered.

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