Page 65 of Irons

“Shit, he is going to kill Victor and the prospects. Please tell me they were dressed. They weren’t ready for that yet.” Creed said.

Travis suddenly jumped up and flew through the door and I heard a huge thud. I ran out and Travis had Creed against the wall with his hand around his throat. “What the fuck have I said about Victor, but you won’t listen?” Travis was so pissed his face was red and those veins on his neck were prominent. Creed didn’t look scared at all, more like guilty. He grabbed Travis’s arm and slowly moved it from his throat.

“You were right.” Is all Creed said.

“What the fuck happened?” Travis pushed away from Creed.

Creed rubbed his throat. “I guess since Victor’s brownies were too weak, he added a hell of a lot more pot and some ecstasy. Maybe a little LSD as well, but we aren’t sure, he can’tremember. Morgan didn’t get the chance to make her usual and switch them out, and I guess Victor also left out a few bottles of wine with the brownies, and it was his special homemade wine. When the bakery dropped off the baked goods, they set them on a table with Victor’s things. He woke up this morning, from being passed out at the shop and called me. The prospects took it all, including the wine. Thankfully, most the operatives and the couples already left, which means those of you who had the wine got ecstasy and LSD. The brownies were pot and possibly ecstasy.”

I gasped. “I’ve never done a drug in my life, and we drank alcohol too. Am I going to die?”

Travis stopped pacing and looked at me with soft eyes. “Babe, no you’re fine. Lucky but fine.” He then looked at Creed. “She could have overdosed. We all could have overdosed. Fuck Victor, he needs to go. What if the kids were with us? What if Morgan ate one of those brownies last night?”

Babe? That’s new.

Creed nodded in agreement. “Victor is packing, and Stephanie is already calling a few rehabs. He has a choice, it’s his job or his drugs. It ends here.”

Travis paced for a minute, obviously still pissed, then walked over and put his arm around me. “Creed, do you have any idea what last night took from us? We can’t remember, but we sure as hell know what happened in that closet. Imagine having no memory of Morgan the first time.”

So, there was always going to be a first time for us? Well, of course I knew how we both felt, but Travis didn’t know we wanted different things. He wanted what I could never give him.

I looked up at Creed and saw how regretful and guilty he felt. “We should have listened to you about Victor all along.What do you want me to do about him? He’s already willing to go to rehab and he’s our head designer. We need him.”

Travis growled. “I better not see that fucker for a long time, and I’ll never be able to work with him. Fuck him and fuck that bike shop. All it’s brought me is problems. I know you’re not concerned about drug testing, since we are an MC, but its time.”

Creed ran his hand down his face. “Go home and I’ll take care of everything with the children we rescued and this mess. We’ll discuss the bike shop tomorrow during the Originals meeting.” Creed looked defeated.

“You don’t have to give up the bike shop over…”

Travis cut Granger off. “I’m done working with potheads, and you both know I never wanted to be over that fucking business. Yeah, I wanted to work on bikes and design, but never wanted to run it. If Victor is coming back, it would be safer for him if I’m not around. I would bet money there’s people in this community right now that are traumatized by what happened last night.”

Granger cleared his throat. “The umm… well some people reacted different to the ecstasy than others. Some couldn’t get it up and others…” Grangers eyes landed on my legs then to Travis’s unzipped jeans. “Well…you know. The prospects witnessed some really sad sights.” He cleared his throat again. “It doesn’t uh, work the same for everyone.”

Travis zipped his pants after Granger looked at his crotch. “Is everyone okay?”

Creed nodded. “Other than some lost pride and unanswered questions, they’re fine. Magnus is over at the medical center, they’re trying to figure out why his ass is bleeding and making weird noises, but we think that might be the only injury. Oddly enough, Drakos took a wine bottle like achamp and is feeling fine now that it’s out.” Creed pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes. “I can’t believe those words just left my lips.”

I spoke up. “Has anyone seen my clothes and our phones?”

Creed scratched his cheek and nodded. “Yep.”

I waited for him to answer.

He rolled his eyes. “Patrick woke up in a random pair of panties and a bra. If yours were a satin thong and white satin bra, that’s them. Your jeans and top are on the stage and your phone was behind the bar.”

“And my phone?” Travis asked.

Creed couldn’t look at him. “We think maybe that’s what…” He cleared his throat. “They’re taking Magnus for an x-ray. His ass was dinging with notifications.”

Travis groaned. “Jesus Creed. He’s buying me a new phone.”

Creed nodded. “I’ll order a few.”

“What else should I know before we leave?” Travis asked as he hit his key to start his truck. Probably to get it warmed up.

“Other than Patrick having a meltdown first thing this morning, because he got a notification from Ancestry.com that his one hundred and seventy five DNA tests were already shipped, that’s about all.”

We walked toward the banquet hall, and I abruptly stopped. Travis and the others stopped and looked at me. “Where’s Stone? I know I saw him last night.”

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