Page 41 of Overstaying His Welcome

“Chance?” I said softly, my memory of him restored with a simple pet name.

Fuck.

How did I ever forget him? How did I forget my whole fucking team? These men were my family.

Ronan grunted, stealing my attention from the man I loved. "What can you tell us?"

I shook my head slowly, careful not to aggravate my head injury.

"Nothing," I said. “Honestly, I don't remember anything.”

If I thought the room was silent before, it had nothing on the quiet that shook the space.

"What do you mean you don't remember?" Cohen asked.

I wanted to laugh just looking at him, not because he was funny or anything but because there was just this charismatic energy bouncing off him even as he frowned. It was always hovering around him.

"I mean, I don't know anything. I don't know how it happened or how I got here. I didn't even know my name until Chance triggered my memory. I can’t explain it," I admitted.

It was quiet for another moment and then the men broke into shouts and curses. They stomped around the room throwing their hands in the air and demanding answers.

It was amusing to watch, but I didn't dare laugh. They’d give me more shit if I did.

Plus, if a head shake could hurt, then I figured laughter would be worse.

Chance looked stricken. Tears poured from his eyes as he bit his bottom lip.

I reached up gently to tug it free and said, "I missed you. Sorry for scaring you."

He appeared relieved at my words, though I could still sense the worry coming off him in waves.

“Someone took you and hurt you. They kept you for days and then decided to throw you away like garbage. It’s unacceptable.”

It was embarrassing how quickly my body reacted to his words. The ownership and vengeance in his tone had my cock ready to jump in the game.

That part of me was still rearing to go, injured or not.

“The doctor said there was a note left on me,” I told them after taking a few breaths to calm my body down.

The group paused their discussion to look at me. Through some unspoken agreement, they planned who would investigate my claim.

Memphis stomped out of the room yelling, "Doctor!"

The others had the decency to stick around and wait, likely so that they didn't overwhelm the man. He was nice enough before, but all these guys would probably make anyone nervous.

Memphis walked back in with the doctor in tow, the latter seeming rather nervous. He smiled at me and then handed over a folded piece of paper.

"There. We don't know what it means, but I think it might be addressed to you. I wasn't sure if the name was yours or someone else's, which is why we left your chart as John Doe," he admitted.

I unfolded the paper and blinked a few times to make sure I could read it clearly.

Bruno, it's too soon for this to end. I'd like to play a little more to see just how smart you've become.

It was signed: D.L.

I handed it over to Memphis. He looked over the paper and cursed. "Damn it. It is Lune. He's the one behind all this. We should have known."

The doctor raised his hands. "I'm going to leave now. Whatever you all are discussing is none of my business. I've done my part. Unless there is an emergency, please let me finish my rounds." He rushed from the room, slamming the door behind him.

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