Page 37 of Last One Standing
“Right. Dinner’s likely almost done. I can bring it up for you if you’d like?”
“Is that okay? I don’t want anyone to think I’m avoiding them but…I kind of am at least until this swelling on my face is better.”
I could see the cold compress and anti-inflammatory had helped but not completely. “No one thinks that, and you’re free to stay up here for as long as you like. I’ll bring you another compress and more pills for after dinner.”
“You’re a good man, Angel.” Kona looked away and began patting his wet skin.
“I’ll let you get changed and get your food and the other things.”
I left the brothers to it and went to the kitchen, where Shep was plating dinner onto platters.
“They’ll eat upstairs. Kona isn’t feeling like company.”
“Sure thing.” Shep grabbed two plates and started fixing them for Pika and Kona.
“They’re leaving the factory.” Mason was sitting at the table, tablet in hand.
We all moved in behind him to watch. The drone was following the bikes, and it wouldn’t be long until they arrived at the clubhouse to see two dead members and no Kona or Pika.
They entered the property, shut off their bikes, and it was obvious they were agitated. They’d be a lot worse in a few seconds. We couldn’t see inside the clubhouse. Had we known we had more time, Noel would have placed something in there, but our priority had been Kona and Pika.
They were in the clubhouse for a good two minutes before Brick stormed out, and it was clear he was screaming. A couple of others followed and were saying something. Brick spun around and pointed at one guy and then yelled something to the other.
“I’m going to bring Pika and Kona their food. Let me know if they call the police. I doubt they will with the heat they might be getting over the factory.”
I couldn’t carry two trays, so Four helped carry one. He didn’t say anything or even look at them when he entered. Simply put the tray on the table and left.
“He’s quiet.” Kona smirked.
“That he is. His name is Four.”
“Four, like the number?” Pika asked.
“Yeah. Not really my story to tell, but in short, he probably understands what you’ve been through better than I do.”
Kona hummed. “Are you all a bunch of broken boys?”
I glanced at the bruised but beautiful man. “We’re not broken anymore.”
“Anymore…” He cocked his head. “Interesting.”
“Want to eat at the table?” Pika was setting up their dishes.
“I’d rather eat in bed; I’m sore.”
I watched as Pika brought everything over to his brother. “You have a couple of cracked ribs, no internal bleeding, you’re dehydrated, and your iron is a little low. I’ll get you vitamins to start taking and you’ll need to drink a lot of water, or I can get an IV in you.”
Kona smiled, which I was sure hurt with his face all banged up. “I like water just fine.”
“Good.” I gestured to the four bottles on the tray. “You should drink those before bed.”
“I’ll be using the bathroom every ten minutes.”
I shrugged. “I could stay, help if you needed it if you hurt to get out of bed.”
Kona stabbed a roasted potato. “I believe you would, but I can get to the bathroom on my own.”
We were all silent for a beat too long. “Right, well, I’m going to go eat. I’ll check in on you before bed.”
