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Cash was awake but had zero memory of that day, like it had been completely erased. Beast had to have surgery to remove the piece of wood from his leg. He was supposed to stay in the hospital for two more days but had discharged himself this morning. Rage just had to be stitched up as the bullet went clean through, and Spider had bolts and pins put through his leg; it was that badly fucked up. He was still in the hospital and would be for another week. The doctor said it would be weeks until he could ride again, and he did not take that news well.

I was pacing outside of Alina’s room, as they were removing the breathing tubes today. They were happy with her progress, and they said that she would wake anytime from thirty minutes to many hours later. As soon as the door opens and the doctors and nurse give me a nod, I smile and run back in to be at her side. She looks better without the tubes.

I lean forward and place a kiss on her cheek, stroking the hair back from her face. I sit, holding her hand in mine, and decide to repeat the updates on the brothers. “To be honest, I forget about Rage even being shot. That crazy mother fucker didn’t even act like he had a splinter, let alone a bullet wound,” I scoff. Her hand twitches in mine, and my gaze flies to hers, shocked to see her eyes open and looking down on me. “Fuck, you’re awake.” I leap up from the chair and cup her face in my hands, my eyes searching hers.

“Baby,” she whispers, her voice hoarse and dry.

“He’s good, and he’s strong,” I assure her, resting my temple on hers, closing my eyes. She places her palm on my cheeks, her fingers tracing over my growing stubble.

“Is he…?” she rasps. I open my eyes and look into her shimmering eyes with unshed tears.

“He’s gone. You’re safe,” I assure her. She closes her eyes, and I watch as the tears glide down her cheek. I swipe them away with my thumb.

“When can we go home?” she asks.

Home. My heart fucking swells to the point of bursting. I smile. “As soon as the doctors say you can.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

ALINA

Two weeks later

“Will you leave me alone?I am fine,” I sigh as I carry one bag of shopping from the truck.

“The doctor said you’ve still got to be careful and not to push your body,” Hap says as he snatches the bag from my hand. I huff and run my hand over my now visible bump. The only time I can hide it is when I wear one of Hap’s hoodies.

“I still need to walk and lift things. If I don’t, then I will have muscle weakness. One bag of shopping isn’t going to tip my body over the edge, but if you carry on swamping me like this, it will tip me over the edge mentally,” I snap. He places the bag on the counter and stalks over to me, a look of amusement on his face. “Don’t! Do not look at me like that,” I warn.

His arms circle my waist, tugging my body flush against his. “Look at you like what?” he teases, nipping my neck.

I tilt my head to the side to allow him more access. “You know what,” I whisper.

He continues kissing me, his lips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “I’m loving your hormones rightnow. I just have to look at you, and you just melt against me,” he murmurs between kisses on my neck.

The buzzer sounds, snapping me out of my aroused trance. “They’re here.” I push against his chest, and he groans, releasing me. I walk to the buzzer to open the gate to let them in, and as I walk to the front door, I see Ghost and Star ride up on his bike. I want to ride on the back of Hap’s bike, but he won’t risk it. Star gets off, and as she removes her helmet, she shakes her long black hair out.

“God, she’s hot,” I mutter.

Hap laughs and pulls me to him. “Seriously, I’ve got to worry about you trying it on with Star now?” he snorts.

I shrug. “I don’t think so. I’ve already felt her boobs, so I think you’re safe.” I wink before I walk down the steps to greet them. “Hi!” I smile, hugging Star.

“Hey, are you ready?” she asks.

I nod. “Yeah, Hap loaded the truck up.”

Hap turns and sets the alarm before he locks up. We climb into the truck, leaving Ghost’s bike parked at ours.

Hap drives us to the club, or what is left of it. Ghost managed to get work started on it straight away. It’s already looking like it did before. Well, the shell of it is there, at least.

Hap parks the truck, and we climb out, leaving Ghost and Hap to unload the truck. Star and I walk to the club, but we stop at the entrance.

“Helmets!” Ghost barks.

Star rolls her eyes at him and hands me one of the safety helmets. We walk inside, stepping into what would have been the big open bar and living space, but it is now completely gutted. Nothing but concrete walls and plastic sheeting.

“How are you feeling?” Star asks.

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