Page 51 of The Heart We Guard
Not the fucking three of us.
Not me protecting them both.
The two of them, out in the wind.
I never thought I’d want another kid. But the idea of Greer carrying mine sets something feral loose inside me.
And there is no way she’s disappearing from my life.
“I need my fucking keys,” I say, rushing back into the clubhouse.
Catfish follows. “Prez. You’re too fucking drunk to get on your bike.”
I don’t care. I crash into Wraith, who’s carrying three drinks across the clubhouse. The glasses fall from his hands and shatter, spilling the liquid in them across the floor.
“What the fuck, Prez?” he yells, but I don’t stop.
I slam my room open and find Karlie lying in my bed. She sits up with a smile on her face, playing the seductress. “Thought I’d warm the bed for?—”
“Get out!” I yell, grabbing my keys. “In fact, no. Strip the bed, put clean sheets on it. And get someone to clean the fucking bathroom.”
“But, Butcher, I?—”
“Now, Karlie.”
Sometimes club girls forget their place, but I’m happy to remind them. Karlie better do as I said because I know I sure as shit can’t bring the mother of my kid back to this room with the scent of club girls and cum on the sheets.
When I storm back out, Grudge is standing with Catfish by the door.
“Where are you going, Prez?” Grudge asks. “Something wrong?”
“Something better be fucking wrong after smashing into me like that,” Wraith mutters.
My men are watching, but I can’t tell them everything.
Not yet.
Not until I know what’s happening.
Not until Greer and I have talked.
“I got a note. Greer Hansen, the doc who operated on me, she’s…in trouble.”
“Then let us go with you wherever you’re going,” Atom says.
Shit. I didn’t think this through. “Not that kind of trouble. Just…let me go. I can take care of it.”
Smoke tries to take my keys, but I bat his hand away.
“I know I shouldn’t drive,” I shout. “It’s a fucking risk. But let me go before I kill one of you motherfuckers.”
Grudge steps out of the way of the door. “Then go, you ungrateful shit. We’re just trying to stop you from getting hurt or killing yourself or someone else.”
I see the hurt in Ember’s eyes. I’m sure what they all think I’m about to do is foolish and reckless. People die on their bikes doing less. But I can’t wait to speak with Greer.
So, I walk out of the club.
I’m halfway down the road before I realize that my T-shirt, denim shirt, and cut are nowhere near warm enough for the mid-October weather.
