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“This is your room.”
I start to panic, taking a step back. He must see it on my face because he shakes his head.
“This isn’t that. This is so you can rest and be safe. Nobody’s gonna bother you here. The only other empty rooms right now are the prospects’ dorm and the bunnies’ playroom. And those rooms are free-for-alls and don’t lock.”
“I can’t. Driller won’t?—”
“Driller won’t know, Lola. He’s not here. I’m the one looking out for you. And, as far as I’m concerned, this is the safest place for you.”
I let out a breath, my shoulders slumping. Honestly, what other choice do I really have?
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Take a shower if you want, or watch a movie. It’s up to you.”
He looks down at my bag. “You have a change of clothes in there?”
“I didn’t know I’d need them. I was just told to come to the clubhouse.”
“Driller didn’t give you a heads-up about Havoc coming?”
I look at him like he’s insane.
“Right. Don’t worry about it. Help yourself to whatever you need. There’s spare toothbrushes under the sink, and some sweats in the dresser if you wanna change. I’ll go find out when they’re leaving and see when you can head back to the house.”
I don’t know what to say, so I keep quiet. When he realizes I’m not going to say anything, he sighs. “Don’t forget to lock the door.” With that, he leaves.
I flip the lock once he’s gone and head into the bathroom. Just like Gunter said, the spare toothbrushes are under the sink. I grab one and start brushing my teeth as I look around. Not all the rooms have bathrooms, if I remember correctly. I’m not sure how they decide who gets one, but right now, I’m just happy for the privacy.
Still, I’m not dumb enough to let my guard down. That flimsy lock on the door won’t stop a biker who’s determined to get in, so I won’t be taking a shower—no matter how much I want one.
I walk back into the bedroom and notice the blanket that Gunther had been carrying on the end of the bed. I stare at the black TV screen across from the bed but decide I could use alittle more sleep—especially since I have no idea what the next few days are going to look like.
I toe my shoes off and climb up onto the neatly made bed, pulling the quilt with me. I cover myself so only my face is showing and drift off into a light sleep with one hand pressed against my belly, wondering what I did in a past life to deserve all this.
Chapter Four
Hannibal
I’ve just finish restocking the trauma kits and am locking the meds cabinet when I hear someone walk in behind me.
Turning, I see Circus strolling in with a bloody towel wrapped around his hand.
“What the fuck did you do?”
“I was making a sandwich and the knife slipped.”
“Sit down and let me look.”
He hops up on the bed using his good hand and peels the towel away.
“Yeah, that’s gonna need stitches. You work on bikes and cars every day, and you get taken out making a fucking sandwich?” I snort, grabbing a suture tray.
“Macy and Kiki were getting each other off on the kitchen table. Trust me, you’d cut your hand open, too.”
I shake my head. “Those bitches better be careful. If Amity or Nevaeh catch them, there’ll be hell to pay.”
I take his hand and start cleaning it, making him hiss.
