Page 49 of Savage Spades

Having Zeke talk to Cam about selling the bar would take one thing off his plate, but that’s a conversation he needed to have with her, no matter how much he was dreading it.

“She said she might not sell.”

“I’m sure she did,” Kit said, a hint of a smile on his face. In addition to him leaving her at the hospital last night and not answering his phone, he was sure that’s part of the reason she was so pissed at him this morning. God, he really fucked up. “I’ll talk to her,” Kit told Zeke before patting him on the shoulder and walking out the door.

*****

“And you don’t remember anything specific about the man?” a police officer asked Megan as Kit came into the room.

Fuck, he should have known the police would be involved. The officer looked up at Kit. But he wasn’t just a police officer. It was the fucking Sheriff. Sheriff Garrett, the asshole who had been after the Savage Spades for years.

“Kit Wolke, what a nice surprise,” Garrett said.

Kit walked towards the hospital bed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t mind me, go ahead and finish interrogating my sister while she’s lying in a hospital bed.”

Garrett’s jaw twitched. “Watch yourself, boy.”

“Or what?” he challenged. It was stupid to poke a bear, especially when Garrett was already sniffing too close to the club.

Garett closed his small notepad and placed it in his pocket. “You know, you’re right, Mr. Wolke. There is another case I could be working on. Such as Dustin Connor, who was found in his bar…burnt to a crisp.”

“I heard. That’s unfortunate, although I did hear he had a thing for young girls, so maybe it’s not that unfortunate,” Kit said, keeping his expression stoic.

Garrett furrowed his eyebrows, attempting to stare Kit down. He wasn’t worried. If they had any evidence tying the Spades to Dustin’s burned-down bar, they would have already arrested them. These crooked cops were the reason the Spades had to take things into their own hands anyways. If they had kept Dustin in custody, he wouldn’t have had to die.

Garrett looked back over at Megan, who stayed quiet during their conversation. “If you remember anything, please let me know.”

Megan nodded. “I will.”

Garrett walked past Kit, making sure to shoulder check him. Kit gritted his teeth at the pain that shot through this arm. Fuck, he shouldn’t have gone to the ring last night.

He turned his attention back to Megan. “Let’s get you out of here.”

*****

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay here?” he asked Megan.

They’d released her from the hospital, but he felt odd leaving her alone in this apartment. Everything about it was the same but something had changed.

“I’ll be fine. I found a group online. They have a meeting tonight. I’m going to go” She sat on the couch, crossed-legged.

He nodded. “Are you sure you don’t need to go back to rehab?”

It all seemed too normal that she could just join a group and go to meetings after such a big relapse. He wanted to offer her more.

“I’m fine.”

He nodded and tucked his hands into his jean pocket. “Zeke wanted me to tell you that the Spades are here if you need them.”

She snorted.

“What is your problem with them?” he asked, finally voicing the question that had been bothering him for years. Now wasn’t the best time to bring it up, but it was starting to bug him. “You need people right now. You told me that you came back here for a support system.”

“Those people are not a support system. You want to know why I can’t stand that club of yours?” she snapped.

“Please, enlighten me.”

“Because you had them. While I was at home cleaning up after our drunk father, you were busy trying to work your way into that club. I was the one who had to clean up the mess at home.” She crossed her arms over her chest as her voice broke with her admission. “You should have been there, but you weren’t. You were surprised when Dad got arrested, but I wasn’t because I’ve watched him basically try to drink himself to death. I knew it was only a matter of time.”

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